
“Ho, Raynard! What tidings?”
“A beast, my lord. Tall and toothless as a Maltish hag and teetering, it was. And yellow as the banana.”
“A giraffe? In this land? What cursed enchantment be this?”
“Nay, my lord. No giraffe, but an armadillo on stilts.”
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