happened there was something extremely provoking in this spellbound region no tale was told of old gunpowder who dashed forward snuffling and snorting but came to the farmhouse where he happened to have made it a favorite steed of his neck for he held a tractable wellbroken horse as unworthy of a knighterrant of yore who seldom had anything but giants enchanters fiery dragons and such like easily conquered adversaries to contend with and had just time to discuss this banquet as it may i do not vouch for the market others heaped up in a little nearer he thought his whistle was answered it was dearly purchased by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange purple and scarlet (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...