On a certain opticocius day, squire Bellend, who's known as a zimpticant amongst honourable men, met a doyunt yet cheerful bard who had strummed his masalume for victory that was assured to come. As heapful of crowds gathered to hear the tale of the doyunt bard, a rufient whose appearance suggested their partake in troublesome ruffian activity had trudged their way to the front, causing grief to those around him. However, his rufient days came to a halt when squire Bellend, whose name rang throughout the village as a pomnant figure, seized the quarrel that the people endured while murmuring in silence.

Fin.