On the island of Serendipity, not far from the princess's castle, was a magical land, with human-like creatures, called Amenity. Amenity was a gentle place. A proper place, if you would, where the Please Trees rustled in the breeze that blew the pollen from the Urwelcome Weeds.

It was a polite land where foxes strolled about in bow ties and top hats as others rustled about in lace shawls and bonnets.

One of the foxes that lived here was called Kim Hyuna. She was very polite and her manners were impeccable. She always carried a hanky to stifle her sniffles and she only smelled, never picked, the roses that grew in great profusion.

Hyuna was the pride of all and the essence of Amenity as she politely said, "Excuse me," if she hiccoughed or burped.

Every afternoon at a quarter of three, all of the creatures that lived in Amenity stopped their busy bodies and gathered about stumps and logs draped with lace-edged doilies. There they would sip a bit of dandelion tea and munch upon caramel crumpets and sugar crumb cookies.

They would politely speak of the weather or whether the owl would fly that moonlit night. Ah, all seemed perfectly polite in the land of Amenity.

But all was not perfect in Amenity, nor were all the creatures polite. For every afternoon at a quarter of three, just as tea was set and made cozy for drinking, there came Luhan, or better known as the Grumpling.

The Grumpling, or Luhan is how we shall call him, was an uncivilized wolf of monstrous proportions, with a jutting jaw and a knitted brow. His fur seemed cast of wire and never, never was combed or parted. He wore about his neck a tattered scarf that was rarely tied properly, if at all. The scarf, stuck here and there with bits of leaves and smudges of last night's supper, always trailed behind him as he stomped down the trail.

He always showed up at a quarter of three, and though he never drank the tea, he would eat the cookies— all the cookies— and crumpets, finger sandwiches and after-tea mints. He probably would have eaten the doilies, but they were made of yarn and hardly digestible, even for Luhan.

When finished, he would grumble about not having had enough to eat, and wipe his mouth on his scarf. Then, without a "thank you" or a "by your leave," he would belch a rumbling belch that shook birds from the trees, and off he would grump down the trail.

None of the creatures of Amenity said anything, so polite were they. They would calmly pour their tea and pretend as if nothing had happened at all— although a lot happened indeed.