When society creates outcasts -- the weirdos, the queers, the nerds -- the rejected will oftentimes bring good into the world knowing few will ever praise it. The following is one such a tale, as two misunderstoods join forces.
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. “
