Quihen cheered up as the children raced him by. He waved back at those who waved at him.<br/>"Yes, Mihr, thank you." He directed himself to the children at the dinner table. He started to tell at a tone that befitted a good storyteller.<br/>"I would like to tell you the story about my nickname. When I was young, about the same age as some of you, my parents used to tell me a story before bedtime. It was my favorite time of the day. I heard stories about princesses, dragons and knights. Talking cats, magical forests and brave heroes. But only a few weeks after my first story, my parents repeated one I had already heard. I asked them for a different story and they obliged, but this story too they had already told me. After all those original stories I couldn't bear to hear the same ones over and over. I had to hear something new. I hunted for books and found them, but that wasn't enough. As I grew older, I traveled and listened and searched for more books and greater stories. By now, I have heard all the stories. But still I hunt, for new ones are still being written." He came to the clue of his story: "That's why they call me the Fairy Tale Hunter, because I have hunted down every fairy tale that was ever written. With me, none of you will ever have to listen to the same story twice - unless you wish so."