Previously in this series: Please accept my application to become a bog body. Please accept my application to become the wealthiest peasant in the village. Kindly turn me loose in the royal forest, to root for fallen acorns, sweet chestnuts and horse-chestnuts, hazelnuts and beechmast, until such time as I become suitably winter-fat.
That felt good! And I love the fairy ring pound. PS also loved hearing you interviewed here in Aotearoa with Kim Hill. You are a good man Daniel Lavery. And good surname associations, I come from Lavertys who kept a 't' in there, but the celtic name origins are closer to O'Flaherty. But I digress. More rooting!
lord, let me ever be "considered both comforting and useful"