It’s was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone,

The teams that run,

The little kids who have fun,

The soccer players,

The city mayors,

The house at Pinewood Street,

And the warriors who have climbed every feet,

The bakers on SugarCane Lane,

And the people whom seen as one with the rain,

But one of them stood out the most,

That not one has seen at a toast,

The UnOrdinary,

Some think they may be scary,

But that is just a assumption,

That brings the UnOrdinary as an acceptation,

Lives in a house at the river,

A fishes sitter,

The wise one, or whom say,

This is as it may,

A special kind,

So they have a strong mind?

A power of some sort,

Is this a wizard,

A lizard?

The UnOrdinary,

One who is not seen as the same as a regular in this place full of rules, and respects its own self as different.