Long ago, in a time when city lights did not illuminate cities and people had no control over the state, there lived a pauper who could not sing. All the other paupers in the city had wonderful voices filled with sadness and memories, and their melodies floated over the town square for all to hear. But this little pauper did not have such a wonderful voice. His throat croaked and screeched, but it never did deliver such beauty as the vocal chords of all the other paupers. And so this little pauper was jealous and envious and took an oath with God. If he could not sing, then he would not speak. Until his voice was as beautiful as all the other paupers of the city, only then would he open his mouth. From the first day of summer in the 18th year of our lord, this little pauper became mute. The other paupers thought him crazy and steered clear of him. His own family shook their heads at his strange change and banished him from home.
With no place to go to, the little pauper decided to travel far from the city where he had been raised in poverty and off into the countryside. He thought that with some luck and adventure, he might find himself a voice out there in the rest of the world.