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There once dwelt in the land of Belunda a noble lord, who was known to all the commoners as, "The most wonderful Duke Doughurty" although his name was Bob. The noble duke was so loved by his loyal subjects that although he only taxed them but one cookie a day, they gladly rendered unto him twelve cookies a day out of their bakeries. Now it happened that the dukes evil brother Flanaelon, seeing how the people loved his brother he was filled with a terrible fit of jealousy and devised an evil plan to usurp his noble brother. And it came to pass that Flanaelon's evil plan worked and Bob the noble duke was exiled with but a small band of faithful warriors to the dark forrest of Teron. Now Bob and his faithful warriors lived fairly well on the land but with no cookies they could not muster the strength to overthrow the evil Flanaelon. One day Bob was hunting alone in the forrest when he espied a cottage, in this cottage there lived the great wizard Grumelll and his daughter, the virtuous Zvorelka. Grumelll, knowing by the art of magic that the good duke would be stopping by, and wishing to marry off his daughter and restore the duke to his rightful throne, he instructed Zvorelka to make a dozen cookies. The noble duke knocked on the cottage door and Grumelll answered. Staring at Bob intently without blinking, after a nice pause Bob said, "Kind sir, I have been hunting in the forest for many an hour and am far from camp and quite famished. Please render unto me something to eat and a bed for the night." Grumelll turned his head slightly and said, "Would you like a cookie? My daughter has just finished baking them.". Zvorelka then stepped out of the cottage with the plate of cookies.  Bowing, she offered them to the noble duke. Bob upon eating but one cookie realized to whom the cottage belonged,( for Grumelll's fame was widely known), bowed before Grumelll and yelled "I WANNA MARRY ZVORELKA". Grumelll raising one eyebrow said, "First you must take back your dukedom". The noble duke stood up, unsheathed his sword,  ran off, and was chopped to bits by the evil Flanaelon and his armies. The End.    

Hello, the prodigal son hath returned to tell stories of adventure and woe.  Just the other day I did journey to a land called malfindinrindum, where upon arriving I found the land had been laid waste by pirates and wicked and wretched folk. The commoners being made slaves, were forced to do all the croovie work with a whip at the back and no cookies to sustian them. Upon seeing such abominable acts laid upon such humble persons I was filled with a torrent of rage. Eating my last cookie I then unsheathed my trustworthy spoon Chomp, and did drive off the horrid wretches that had done such evils, with many valiant deeds of courage an fortitude.

THE END

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I paddled for 18 hours this weekend. Now I'm goll dern sore. 

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Hang on let me brew one up for a bit....OK. There once was a...nope not any good. uhhhmmm. Once upon a tyme there dwelt in a land a Draggon. This draggon, unlike most draggons lived  in but a small cottage with but  few belongings. This  draggons joy was not of gold nor' silver nor' diamond nor' rubys nor'any precious thing of  wordly value. The one thing  this draggon loved  more than anything else was to skip great boulders across the sea and smash ships, wheather they be merchant ships or great galleons of war it made not a difference to Targon, for that was the name which he bore. One day as Targon was heaving forth boulders he was espied by a brave knight of noble character whose name also was Targon, bequeathed  upon him for his great fearosity in battle and also because he to like to skip rocks. Targon the knight did say unto himself I  must slay this foul beast. So forth  he went with a spear in hand  and  with sword girded at his side. He quickly dispatched  of the foul beast  and was then dubbed Targon slayer of Targon Brave Knight. THE END