The Covey was not far flung from the cowbarn splashed with cowdung and lo chop fallen three travellers from the medley ambulated for a coup d'oeil to quell in chock their chiralgia of cumbersome knapsacks and there in his chokehold at choke point they sat down for a Chardonnay and chalice drink from the wine cellar.
A chicken hearted chicken fight chillblained by harsh winter as if to ease their chills and fever frequented his country house.The circinated country house 's chinoiserie decked with cinder blocks, panache and fabulous sofas tawdry beyond their punks and chintzy bush huts.
Here in chronological sequence,he sees them off to bed as they fed on chrestomathy and chomping in the delicate nuances of nap swallowed their yawns.Aboulia nosedived as the sunup,dayspring or cockcrows and as gluttons morselled refreshments begun to badger him.The sojourners in adulation of the host harangued him au courant in counterspionage to bell the cats of Maximus expedition.
And lo saith unto him"Battle for the weary maybe battle shifted someday somehow but the valiant dies not on the battlefield.O battlefield of dreams,the herald of victorious dawn . Maximus came in fortnightly did I hear that right?Did he go fortnightly?"
"Oh yeah stays in the shooting lodge far away close to bush huts of River abesi."
"Grueling trenches in the woods "
"Oh no he's filled them up too fast.How good are the cavalry regiment?He struck from the East close to the lake abesi."the adventives said in the heroic tales of the swashbuckling oddysey told not as Aesop's tales but snippets dropped in the shop gun.
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