In recent times, tribes have shortened and as such we have no stories in the corner of town. I shall share with you my various tales.
The Great Singing Log (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E52rxz2sjRs)
While seeking the great willow tree, looking for a bough that has infinite power embedded within itself, soaked in the willow maids blood. I was led to a dark lake, the water as clear as ice yet tastes as vile as rat steak. At it's center, what is found, guarded by a King of the Forest was a great sinigng log. It's leafs plucked and it's barked shriveled as a dried grape. It sits singing a tune of horror, perhaps mirroring the screams of our maiden. The insanity increasing ever so stronger with each step in an attempt to rest it's soul I have carved his bark, arranged it's bough and now as it rests in my hands a new tool it lets out a sound so sweet the darkest of creatures are but tame in it's presence, a simple wave and rotation and a melody of infinite beautify is created.