hello children. Today i would like to tell you a story. once upon a time, there was four warriors. these four warriors were brothers in arms, riding through their home village of worchestersershire, speaking in code, and vying for the affection of various females, though never at the same time. these were gentleman after all. admittedly, they were a strange bunch. once, they created a large hat in the woods, and it became a glorious fortress and occasional place of business to them. sometimes these warriors struggled with demons who targeted them individually. but this group standed the test o time, and stuck together. unfortunately, all good things must end. (thus sayeth the almighty llama.) the angels of a far away land came a calling for the second eldest of the group. his time in worchestersersersershi-something had come to end, ad he was to spread his beloved semi-sane joy throughout this new land of angels. he was missed dearly, although his connection was still felt greatly. the warriors quatro still were exactly that. and we do stay exactly that, but today, the first eldest brother is being called away to a very similar land of angels. their actually adjacent lands, just take a right on 4th avenue, burn a goat, watch howard the duck, and you can travel in-between the lands freely. regardless, the angels, you guessed it, came a calling and now the eldest, he is leaving for this new place. and we couldnt be prouder. for more information go to mormon.org. thank you. also, i have always thought that you would make a great captain america. steve rogers, bryson the eldest; potato, potahto.
