Story telling in both verse and prose

What is in the Well?

Chapter 1: Wooden Boy1

It's hard to say when it began 

My thoughts of being a boy 

My Master Carver built me

I was his greatest joy

Someone to share his life with 

To play with and enjoy

The same to tell his stories to 

Not just another wooden toy

Then something magical occurred 

It happened just like that 

Wink of eye and snap of finger 

And like a rabbit out of hat

I moved in simple measures 

Without the aid of strings

I am a living boy now

It makes my heart to sing