Writing prompt for 9/7/2016
One hundred years after the great war, people still sing the song of Framderick the undying, the great labradoodle who lead the people of Klof to victory over the rat armies of Kenputeris. Well, everyone wants YOU, poor traveling bard, to sing it for them. You hate this song SO MUCH, but it's your bread and butter, and you're almost ten minutes into your set. ...aaaannnd, there's the request.