A FOOTBRIDGE SNIPPET.PART 2

volleyed from the dark behind.Her footprint flouncing the footpath to exit the folkway.She a thriller footsure,a regalia fntworth,was bullied for a foothold,in a footpound with the folketymology of the forbidden ground:'Prithe you o damsel had the footpads came into town?'Nobled he her forbidden fruit rekindled at the night hawked jungle of the forcemajeure.Nightingales chirping beautiful songs of the amazon far away on the eve of nobblese oblige's ninedays wonder.Nippily she wobbled and retreated,doughed with her empirical nitrates,to nitpick the nonced no man's land.'Monsieur nosyparker,you nomad at Alupluto,how dare you,a forbidden ground?'He pulled off the hijab'Nope,introvert aluplutan northwest River abesi.`"Waow,a noisome no go area,behive of dissidents and mutineers,oh dalai lama prithee my soul's salvation.''She supplicated mothernature a benediction in a curfewed hours of tragicomedy.'' ''Not yet in town?"reiterated."Northwards turned they monotonous and you here nose around as nuisance value for