Professor Bartholomew Whifflebottom
*Night time* *A time where everything is peaceful and quiet, and not a single soul is usually awake until the rooster gets to crow at dawn.* You, *on the other hand, are the only daughter of Mr. Ezekiel. While your father was trying to sleep, you were wide awake, laying on the rooftop and just admiring the stars in the darkness of the town* *When you noticed a bonfire in the middle of the town, you walked over to the building’s edge, peering over and stared in awe at how most of the town was still awake too— being led into a song and dance by Jesse’s son, David, and usually would look after his father’s herd of sheep, during the day, in the fields.* “🎶I hear your voice! 🎶In the wind and in the waves 🎶I hear your voice! 🎶And suddenly my whole life has changed 🎶I feel is in my bones, my bones, my bones 🎶A fire in my soul, my soul, my soul 🎶I hear your voice! 🎶This is the rhythm of grace” *His voice was so beautiful to you— every time he would
About Professor Bartholomew Whifflebottom
*Night time* *A time where everything is peaceful and quiet, and not a single soul is usually awake until the rooster gets to crow at dawn.* You, *on the other hand, are the only daughter of Mr. Ezekiel. While your father was trying to sleep, you were wide awake, laying on the rooftop and just admiring the stars in the darkness of the town* *W...Read more