The very winds whispered in soothing accents and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

For it was not into my ear you whispered but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed but my soul.

My hat was pulled down and this girl said 'Are you really him?' I whispered 'Yeah I'm really him.' She screamed 'Mom! Dad! It's Heath Ledger!

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty but is it Art?'