Once upon a time there was a gneiss young man from Nice. His father was dead and had been rich. His mother, Agate, always told him, "Someday, my son, you shale be a great lawyer." When he was old enough to go to the university, she kissed him goodbye and sent him on his way, expecting him to metamorphose in Paris.

When he got there, he enrolled in law classes according to his mother's wishes, and wrote her weekly letters, each one full of loving sediments. He told his mother that he was devoting all of his time to his classes, but in between his homework assignments, he cobbled together a revolutionary fraternity. This marble of a group supported him in his desire to overthrow the government. Eventually, he led a street riot, whereupon his friends tore up the paving stones to build a barricade. Because Liberty is a beautiful cause, but scheiss not a very nice lady, most of the boy's friends died. When they were about to execute him, Grantaire, a boy whom he had always taken for granite, died with him.

Moral: The path to liberty is a rocky road, and we must all cobble down it together.