Canto III
Second-born Stiggs set out after Istray, his
Money-purse jangling, his greedy eyes searching for
A cheap material. Soon Stiggs
Reached a forest, and stopped by a stream.
He was amazed by the driftwood dropped by
The stream on the shore. A tatty timber, it was, but
For free! Stiggs smirked, and proceeded to pick up the sticks.
He took the big bits, and bundled the bitty parts
Together, with torn bark and dried grass.
His house grew, on that very bank,
From twigs and sticks, driftwood and weeds.
Halfway through was Stiggs when night fell. He
Returned to the fork in the road, and traveled the left
Division, daring that his brother might
Have finished with his house.
Stiggs spent that night, in the house of hay, with
His brother Istray. In the morning he returned to his
Building, and had the roof on by noon.
Drafty and cold it might be, but
It was a cheap shelter, a sanctuary of sticks.
Greedy Stiggs was satisfied.
