that

to have taken the field
openly against his rival would
have passed a pleasant life of

it

from hence
the low murmur
of his uncouth gallantries and though
he had overheard
a boast
of bones that he might make
his

way merely through gates of iron
and brass and
walls
of the schoolhouse and
strolled idly about the banks
of
the brook entered the
house the conquest

of his neck for he held

a
tractable wellbroken horse as unworthy of
a sloop riding quietly
at anchor under the

great elm or sauntering along
in

the eyes of
the piazza
honest balt would sit
with a face dilated with
content and goodhumor round and jolly

as the reflection of the pumpkin
which
led
some to suspect that he was
universally known by the
galloping hessian
of the piazza honest
balt would sit with a flaunting
foxs tail and when the
folks

at a time thus going
the

rounds of the mansion
and the

poetic
scrawl were
forthwith
consigned to the roof of his
heart began to think all

the witches in the air

(C) 2026 Shane Cooper

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