to run from the fields
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to run from the fields
and trample all the crockery
where the barley was growing
so there would be no
enjoying a brew while watching
the turtle races that evening
But no one show up
so the turtles all escaped
But got ran over by
Truck, bringing in the Beans
When a loud cry came
from above. They shouted back
my turtles, my turtles! Who
made my turtles into stew
The woman's cry was devastating
our time, but Settlers time. . .Quote:
Originally Posted by BB_Effiluna
was not too much more
when suddenly the beans began
to hatch nine baby monters
and they smelled like miners
from the dirt in the coal mines
which is different than iron
but is similar to diamond
that they eat my recruits
he didn't see it coming
but, if only they had...
and yet I still go
the maggots in the wheat
to buy milk and cookies.
but they wouldn't take gems.
but would take gold coins
but they decided on sausage
to raid food and drink
from the White Castle's larder
with beer and bread handy
they sat by the lake
they ate and drank quickly
and fished until the dawn
and watched the sun set
the shooting stars foretold great