From his perch high above the castle walls the young prince looked on in wonder at the lush valley below. Green as far as anyone could see or tell tale, the Great Grasslands had always been there and always would be.
Wait a minute. Excuse me, hold on. What the flip is this cheery shit.
Since when do I daydream of shit like this.
From where did this wholesome scene spring into life?
Was I sleepwriting poetry last night?
Lets change the scene,
switch the sun with the moon.
Place the prince in the pasture...
They're coming and SOON!!
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