Sweetmook Lord Dung Dung 15 -

Dung Dung was the part of the name nobody could explain. Some said it was the echo of a laugh from when he was five; others swore it was an onomatopoeic souvenir from an old tin drum he once banged to rally neighborhood children for a makeshift parade. Whatever its origin, Dung Dung punctuated speech like a drumroll. When Sweetmook announced a Tuesday market or a midnight story, he’d add “Dung Dung,” and the syllables would land with a promise: something curious would follow.