The celebration honors spring at its peak and the coming summer but also gives everyone a terrific reason to be outside after the long winter months. Singing, dancing, and Maypoles will be everywhere. Then, of course, there will be the big bonfire when it starts to get dark where stories and more singing occurs.
As he worked on the tune, he pulled out his drumsticks and started tapping them on the stump. A magpie bird that had been sitting in a tree looked down on him when he started thumping on the stump, but realizing he did not have any food to share, promptly began to ignore him.
"No I haven't heard of nor seen anything out of the ordinary recently," replied Hewy, "other than your CAT." Nemmer replied as he stomped his foot, "It's not my CAT! If it wasn't for the stupid Petal Post from the Sleeping Sisters, I could be back at my cottage practicing my archery instead of looking for Hungry."
"It's a deal. Put away those drumsticks of yours and lets go see if we find some real ones to eat," Nemmer answered hungrily. As they walked off to find lunch, Nemmer could hear Hewy humming a song. "What's that your humming," he asked. "Oh, it's a little something that I heard the other day and seeing you reminded me of the little tune. It goes something like this." One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver Six for gold, Seven for a secret, Never to be told. Eight for a wish, Nine for a kiss, Ten for a bird, You must not miss. Nemmer started chuckling causing Hewy to ask what was so funny. "Well, of course I have to be the tenth bird that you shouldn't miss!" replied Nemmer. "There seems to be a prophecy hidden in your song, Hewy. What do you think?"
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 It was many years ago when Hewy was the young troll-odyte who wanted to be in a rock band. He remembered all the things he did to get his new look. He also thought back to what, or more accurately who, had changed his plans. That faithful day when he first met her and how quickly things changed.
Hewy had seen a few Gahnomes before but never had he reacted like he did on that day. He knew of the tale of the troll that had learned the meaning of love*** but never believed it. Now, before he even realized what he was doing it, having never being so bold before, he was approaching the Gahnome. Blushing, Hewy shyly asked, "Oh, Sweet Petal what could your name be? Mine is Hewy." If Hewy lived to become an Ancient One, he knew he would never forget her answer. "Awena Buttorfleoge," she told him. Had Hewy known the meaning to her name he might have been able to forsee his own future. For 'Awena' meant 'seer' and Awena was soon to become one of the Sleeping Sisters.
Trolls are not known to have hearts or if they do they are made of stone, but if a troll does discovers his heart, he will wear it on his sleeve. When Hewy discovered his broken heart he instead chose to wear it around his neck. With the hope that one day Awena will see it and understand how much she still means to him.  ***Those of you registered for the MisPlace Dolls newsletters should have received the story of the First Troll's Heartbreak. If not, you too can sign-up and receive a copy just by contacting us at [email protected]. Please include your name and email address in your request to be added to the newsletter.
As Hewy left the potter's cave, he decided to head back to the village by his bridge. "Now that my complexion isn't so drab anymore and I have added this new tattoo, it's time for my hair. How should I have it cut?" he thought. In his mind, several styles started to flash before his eyes.
As he strolled on the trail to the village in hopes of finding a barber to cut his hair, he continued thinking of what hair style would work best for his 'new look'.
Then he remembered recently he had heard about a singer who also said he was the 'Troll King' - which Hewy knew was ludicrous as trolls don't have a king, they only have the Ancient Ones. He thought about the wild and shaggy look the singer had for a hair style which inspired Hewy. The troll, happy with his selection, started humming a song he had heard recently and broke into a magic dance as he continued on his way to the barber. 
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