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Oh! Let’s engage in jocund races, in trips to jovial and exotic places!
Let us run bold into a bush with prickly needles. My! How lush would be These pranks and 
plays. Now off we race! Well then, it’s high time we let Our spirits free of nines or tens of 
obligations. It’s high time we have Spread our wings, and with a mischief’s twinkle fled the heath 
of Mundane home. Look now! There is something in the distance. What? What? Let’s see… A 
labyrinth, so intricate- with curious and wild places.
Come on now, let’s explore.  I’ve got a map; yet even with one, a daring 
Individual can get lost. Pray let’s talk sense. You know, before a traveler Engages in a 
dangerous sport, he must a map full well explore. Here, Stands a mansion, if form it has- well, 
of some sort at least. Near it,
Despite, a million rooms, is a big garden. What a bother! It is obstructed By a long spiked fence 
with nails. Look now, hence, I think we should
Cross from the back, if chance would kindly let us that. I had fresh hopes At first, but then, as 
the punctual clock tic-tacked the time, I felt that I
Do not have mettle strong that could last an entire lifetime as had Beowulf’s and millions of other 
knights’. Yet, still I am quite fond of wild Adventure. In any age-old, new, one can engage in 
blissful sport. 
I can’t disclaim that. Oh, my! But, look, what now awaits us! I am quite Frightened, are you not? 
Look at the lonely library where perhaps,
Corpses of some ghosts may brew an evil spell, and then enchant us two. 
Then we are dead, then nothing will us save again. Ascend the stairs. A Few flights, then in the 
thousandth room we stand. What’s in the room? 
 A darkness strange. I hear some movement, and my ear, some hissing, strikes. Then a roar so 
rare me to a shiver brings…This is some
Strange beast, who has a treasure for many years now concealed. He is in Rage. Now this is 
the end of our adventures strange. Away I must now go. We race now swiftly, but the creature 
us gloomy follows. Then a sword, My bold companion draws into the heart…O! Hero! Let us go 
away, 
It’s dark…Away we fly, until home warm we find. With a sigh, we say, “Now rest we can. We are 
so tired!!”
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