Your name is  GOSSMOGLE, and you are very hungry.
You were rooting around for SUSTINANCE, and perhaps a TASTY
SNACK, outside of the Forest- when all of a sudden, a  young
ziggyzagling comes across your path, cloaked in an emerald red cloak.

The ziggyzagling is carrying a basket of what smells to be the best 
smelling smell you have ever smelt- CUBIC BREAB-(and you have
smelt a lot of smells). 

When you are done horfing the scent, you declare to the zagling, 
“BEHOLD THE POWER AND PROWESS OF GOSSMOGLE, THE GREAT HE.”
You continue with your new-found demand,“GIVE UNTO ME, THE BREAB
IN WHICH YOU OWN, LEST YOU FACE THE WRATH OF GOSSMOGLE.”

You believe this to be your best performance yet, but the zagling
 declines, something about an elder ZigZag owning it- which it should
belong. To you. Of course. 

But you are wiser, and this zagling is a fool, as it had told you in
 which the route it was headed- the location of this Elder ZigZag.

You will have a word with this ZigZag, and if it isn’t the bread which
 will be your triumph, then you will make another meal in retaliation.

You divert the zagling, with your acute intellect and quick timing,
sending it to pick some CRYSTALIZED WIREWARTS for the elder ZigZag
for penitence in not listening to GOSSMOGLE, THE ENLIGHTENED, TO  WHICH NONE IS ABOVE.

As the zagling traipses away, you make your way to the elder ZigZag, 
in order to reclaim peace to your hungry tummy.


Go Forth, Mighty GOSSMOGLE