Dark Castle

It was not a dark and stormy night The night was not sultry nor moist The sky's color didn't please the knight. The Knight was a gentleman since his youth. That that Knight had had a thing for mares of the night was not whatsoever an untruth. But today, he is OK, managing his wares. The firmament was red and raining. It rained blood. 1920! I was eight. The Knight was fond of chess playing. When he saw a white knight was missing he rushed to the stable. The horse ate the knight! Luckily, his rival, the Czech had brought with himself a board. Thus, it's impossible to be bored! Nevertheless, the Knight punished the horse for eating the knight. What a night! And, although the Knight's voice was hoarse as a crow he made sure the cheeky horse would behave. "Now back to the stable!" At this point, the Knight, didn't feel stable. Now, let's go back to the chess match! They did make sure the pieces match. And the Czech, ludicrously, bust out a match for his cigar. Now, not a missing piece! Great! They can start the game in peace! 11 minutes later, the Czech mate won. So, he said: "Checkmate!" $100 prize! A cheque signed the Knight. "This is a bogus cheque, mate!" cried the Czech. What a horsey night! They both heard the horse neigh. A lamb in the herd heard the Czech say: "Nay! This is a counterfeit cheque! You can't do this to a Czech! I had you in check only once before checkmating you! You won't pay? Gimme the ripe ewe!" "I can't! The ewe is on the lam!" "Then if no ewe, you get me a lamb! Should you refuse, I shall touch the piano!" Dark Castle. Knight and Czech keep arguing. Stark hassle. Night can't check this lightning. The mussel sleeps and counts ewes, lambs, sheep and Counts. The Count's mussel can't count muscles.