Sinc said dont eat me there is a much fatter capitalist coming in a minute, what if you eat him instead.
So he went on and he met a lumberjack who was mumbling and muttering as if in a trance “I hate canes“. Sinc called, Stephen my good mate let us hie to yon hostelery to celebrate my escape from the troll. No, lets celebrate my promotion said the lumberjack, then you can pay the bill.
There was Henry and Judith the fair and Peter the Smith and Rafe. They gave Rafe some peanuts to stop him from talking about epistemology and metaphysics and they were all having a great time until someone said something mean about Andrew Leigh and Sinc got grumpy until he saw the Bombers fly up and he was cheerful again.
Eventually it was time to go and they were all tired but happy and they slept like babies when they got home.
Except for Sinc.