Once upon a time, there was a man, his name was Henry, his head was relatively small. But Henry is irrelevant, since he's dead now, in fact, he's already buried, this story isn't about Henry, but it's about two kids who happened to walk over his grave one misty morning, or wait, actually, lets go back a little earlier, just to introduce the two. Oh wait, I don't even have to do that, could just explain who they are now, so here's a short introduction. There's a boy named Jan, he's about 6 or so, and I believe he has red hair, and there's a girl named Tit, and she was inappropriately named, since she doesn't have any tits yet, she was like 8 y