My Dearest Lorali,
I lie awake at night, consumed with thoughts of you. I long
for the day until I may run my fingers through your lush blonde hair again.
Money is hard pressed and, while music is my greatest passion, I must find a
way to provide for you my dear. I am resolute in pursuing a task for pay
without surrendering my love for music. Tomorrow I travel to Franchville. I
hear their rat population is vast, slowly causing the town to be in habitable.
May my conquest over the ghastly vermin situation be swift so that I may return
to you soon. Be calm my love.
-Pied Piper
My Dearest Lorali,
The squeaking of rats is incessant. My task is of great
importance. My bravery to conquer the wicked of this town comes only from my
undying affection for you. The Mayor bestowed me fifty pounds once my task of
ridding the town of every rat is completed. Fifty pounds!
With my pipe laid to my lips, I stepped out of the hall and
began to play. As each note pierced the air the rats began to swarm at my feet.
I played for a great distance, with hundreds of rats at my heels. Still
playing, I hoped on to a small boat and floated out to the waters, the rat’s
still following me into the water. Deeper and deeper into the water I sailed
until every last rat in the village was extinct. I arrived on shore a hero and
hastened to claim my reward.
Remain in the greatest of health. My journey has nearly
concluded. Do not have sorrow. Our distance only causes our passion to grow. If
only our hearts were always close together, words would not be so difficult to
say. Remain my one and only, my treasure, my always.
-Pied Piper
My Dearest Lorali,
Regrettably my journey is still on going. The Mayor had
deceived me! He now wishes to pay me a lowly twenty pounds. My fury is greater than
the depths of hell! My anger more vast than the deepest ocean! Oh my love, how
I wish you were here to calm my outrage. This Mayor will rue the day he
deceived my good will. I will be counting down the days until we meet again. I
pray that you will not feel the pain of our extended distance. We shall surely
see each other soon. Be strong my love.
-Pied Piper
My Dearest Lorali,
It is not possible for one to feel as euphoric as I, but
‘tis the day I finally begin my return to you. My journey was a tedious one,
but I bring many gifts with me to help with our work. We will no longer be
slaves to our fate, but will now live like royalty. With my pipe I have
procured for us a grand group of gleeful souls, eager to toil away. If it were
so I would fly into your arms and thus I would know what home is. Love me and
make me the happiest of men? My longing for you grows deeper for I know I will
shortly be in your presence. Rest my love, for we will be united soon.
-Pied Piper
Author's Note.
The story of The Pied Piper is about a man who comes to a
village and says that he can rid the town of their humongous rat infestation
for fifty pounds. The Mayor agrees and so the Pied Piper plays his pipe leading
the mice to the water where they all drowned and die. He then goes to collect
his reward but is told that the town can only pay him twenty pounds. The Pied
Piper feels as though he has been deceived by the towns folk so he picks up
this pipe and plays a tune the lures all of the children from the town out into
the woods, never to be seen again.
I decided that many musicians have a muse, so I decided to
make the Pied Piper a striving musician who was desperately trying to be with
his love, Lorali (yes I have been watching too much Gilmore Girls). I thought
the love letters would be a way to establish that he was a struggling artist,
desperately trying to win over his loved one’s affection. I added in the love
letter parts while still keeping the basic plot points, but decided to keep the
ending, when he takes the children, vague. It does not specifically say what
happens to the kids so I figured why wouldn’t he just keep them as servants to
make life easier for him and Lorali?
Bibliography. More English Fairy Tales by Joseph Jacobs with illustrations by John D. Batten (1894).
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