“Didst thou find the knight that rode out of the grate forest?”
“Yea, verily. I foundeth the cowardly knave who staked out his loyal steed to tempt the fearsome dragon name of Clarence. Then, hoving under an oak, he hid himself. When the grate dragon Clarence came thither, the evil knight attacked from ambush, and with his mighty broad sword, clave the head of Clarence. I arrived too late to have holpen, but I made in grate haste to devour him.”
“You revenged your father, young Clarence.”
“Verily. The cowardly knight was crunchy. Too bad ketchup hasn’t been invented yet.”
“Yea, verily. I foundeth the cowardly knave who staked out his loyal steed to tempt the fearsome dragon name of Clarence. Then, hoving under an oak, he hid himself. When the grate dragon Clarence came thither, the evil knight attacked from ambush, and with his mighty broad sword, clave the head of Clarence. I arrived too late to have holpen, but I made in grate haste to devour him.”
“You revenged your father, young Clarence.”
“Verily. The cowardly knight was crunchy. Too bad ketchup hasn’t been invented yet.”
