Mirred By the Fooloishness

With catàstrophe everything a mortal can muster might be the end to what he thought or should have thought It is increasingly tolerable he said analizing his pain Yet the concuss gain and what remains are numb and each movement my thoughts give reason to give into the stresses of disappointment he laughed midway though his storytelling Citing how foolish he must've looked tumbling over the briers patch and again He made mention of the tention that caused him to be distracted he was happy he reacted happy reacted tumbling to break his fall Being so near the creek it was easy to seek assitance froming casting fishermen they bought me here here I founded help for me and my horse might I rest here until my strength returns here at Rattlesnake Gutt Creek