There was a hill. A hill as tall as time; a great hill this was. The people lived at the bottom of the hill, few with the slightest temptation to go up. Deega, a great man who had once lived among the people, had decided to climb up. "I will go up!" he said, and in great ecstasy, he did. Months and months had passed with no sign of a returning Deega. Most considered him gone, perhaps dead, and if he had made it to the top (who cares?). But Ree, an old friend of Deegas who hadn't seen him since some time before Deega even considered going up the mountain, wanted to know what happened to his friend. So Ree one day quietly packed a bag and headed up the hill. The hill was steep, and Ree struggled. Days passed with no sign of Deega. "He must be at the top!" said Ree to himself. Ree went faster and faster, searching ferverously for his friend. Months had passed, only a few, but enough to be extremely questionable. Ree was making his way up one day when he spotted a cave. A dark cave that was small and surrounded by tall, frightening trees. Ree, out of curiosity, headed toward the cave. As he stepped inside, he heard nothing, saw nothing. Then a small noise. Ree walked deeper into the cave when suddenly he saw Deega, croutching in a corner, staring hard into space. "Deega!" cried Ree, in a state of question, surprise, and concern. "Alas!" Deega replied. "I am Mad."