Neither man would speak of Lord YnerMand.

Neither man would speak of Lord YnerMand. The Grog Knight was bedding two of the

bricks into the sand to construct his secret love shack. "Surely he will have his way with our wives in there," said the mere Flog Vassals. Lord YnerMand despised spying as much as

the next squire, but he needed to see how the Flog Vassals had learnt the secret of sandwich making. Frustrated, Lord YnerMand sat in his love shack surrounded by bread, jam & butt

nuggets. Complicated indeed, this sandwich-making. Lord YnerMand needed the comfort of his hound. He called for his faithful Labrador, but no Lab came running. Instead, a cock

with sharp a beak peaked into the room. Well that was unexpected the lord thought while spreading butter on his beard and shaving gel on the newly sliced bread. He hoped

For better results. The birds flying into the room were the size of peregrine falcons, but they had huge beaks. They greeted everyone and introduced themselves. Lord Monckton was

charmed by the talkative nature of these parrot-like avians, but was a little afraid. Lord Monckton had been bitten by an octopus as a boy and large beaks tended to unnerve him.

He always kept a large cheese knife with him, just in case. He approached the avians, his breathing rattling in his chest. Lord Monckton had always had breathing issues, but it wou

ld be the least of his worries if the avians got around him again. But he couldn't let them know that if he could prevent it. Suddenly one of the avians turned to him and asked, "F

lorenti, don't ditch everything." I winced, knowing that peace between the avians and ourselves was on truth. I decided to tell the truth, to save our hearts instead of our honor.