It was the middle of the day. The sun was shining, the dogs were barking and the chickens were… making whatever sounds they make. But as the lowly peasant Hockeyruler moved through the town, he was struck by how few human voices there were. He could hear the sound of a hammer from the Tinsmith’s house, a gong from the bellfounder’s workshop, and if he listened closely the quiet snick from the tailor’s sewing. Yet no where did he hear human voices. He went into house after house seeing if this city had more than a few active inhabitants. There definitely were people living. Doing quiet jobs or relaxing. Yet he found no smiles. As he went down the main street again it came to him. What this town needed was a jester! Donning his jester hat (which he kept at an easy access in his breast pocket) he strolled down the street informing the town of their new entertainer.

Hockeyruler = Jester