The Quest of the exotic dancer

Many summers ago in a land far to the north, there happened to be a handsome exotic dancer with a big camel . He was anxious to get to Valhalla, to sit among the cabbages . But he pined for a way to get there. No one was brave enough to fight him, for he was a complete brat . Even the mice rejected him. "Oh alas, will no one smack me round the head me, that I may go to my beloved rosebush in the great hall?” Sadly despondent, he pouted and put on his bright shiny tiara and went to get a glass of Evian water at the Red Boar Tavern. Perhaps he could sleep his way to Valhalla in here, he thought. Outside it was twilight and many people were rootling around a bonfire. It was midsummer and exotic dancer decided that now was the time to make one last effort to get there before catatonia crept in. So off he went to raid some Urartuans . And if it dont work this time, he thought, Im skipping back home to stay in my closet , and that lazy old The Great Panjoram will have to come get me himself.

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