PLANET ZOOTOPIA
RAVENSQUILL
FOLKSMYTH SERIES
LILY BEAU PEPYS
Once upon a time near the edge of the world, just east of the lea where the winds unfurl, there lived a fair maid with her fair-weather flock, who recoiled ‘neath the shadow of Frank Sparrowhawk.
So they skedaddled one day leaving tails in their wake, Miss Lily Beau Pepys and her beau to forsake; with the lambs gone astray they were full of dismay, then along came Tom Feuillery.
“By hook or by crook I will find them for thee,” said Tom to Miss Lily Beau Pepys, but Sparrowhawk knew it was Tom that would rue the day that he stole the maid’s sheep.
Frank followed the trail of the sheep’s bloody tails, hell-bent to find them or bust; but he tripped in the trap Tom Feuillery set and was hung out to dry until dusk.
Said Miss Lily Beau Pepys to the two-faced bo-creep, "What my weepy eyes espy is not this crook on a hook but the faintest of traces of lambikin faces, with tails in their places and a hero whose braces have rallied my flock to the cause: Take heed of infractions engendered by actions, the outcome of which they betray."
WILLIE von GOETHEGRUPF
Once upon a time near the rim of a knoll, just west of the hollow where the polygnomes roll, there lived an old troll who collected a toll from the travelers on the Great Road.
He crouched near a gate while lying in wait where he slept, then he crept from un-under the beam o'er a treacherous seam of the Stygian stream, waylaying the unwary soul.
And while many had strived, many more would soon die as they tried to cross that old bridge, for the troll had not one but two sets of teeth, and he likened to eat all the tasty young treats taking flight to the top of the ridge.
Came a day, his fateful reckon, when Herr Goethegrupf he did beckon for the troll to come hither where togither they would dither all aquiver and lock horns for the right to cross that old bridge.
But the smarter of the pair - the one whose name was not Norbert (nor- BEAR) - told the goat to float his boat and head downstream.
To this call the gruff came 'round, like a terror come unbound as the gnashing of his teeth and the thrashing underneath filled the heath with a horror seldom found.
'Twas the eldest one of three of the Billy goats, you see, who taught his brothers: To be wise, should an obstacle arise along the path of one's discretion, like a peckish troll's intention, let the victor claim the spoils from those petulant gargoyles who guard the ridge, but lost the bridge, to a most unlikely midge . . . whom some call gruff.
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