Dearest Mother,

So one day I ate pie,
And I threw my cucumbers in the sky.

The next day I couldn't tell,
Whether or not I had thrown the pillows down a well.

The day after, I called my guard at arms,
I got into a rage and threw him to some farms.

On the fourth day of throwing,
I threw a gardener who was mowing.

The fifth day was quite a bore,
With all my throwing muscles beaten and sore.

And so,
I did not throw,

For seven whole years,
I was almost in tears,

As I waited with sadness,
For Acnologia to E.N.D. this madness.

What caused my throwing spree?
You see...

I thought Natsu had died.

~Zeref