Cavorting was I in in the cantons of Delos when encountered did I a
caboched cow.

Of portly caboose and chewing cespitous cud, this chimerical cow of
conigerous capacity caused me to cower and cringe, for what mighty
champion of crassitude could crunch and cessate the life of mighty
celluose?

Choosing not to curse, the cow concerned itself with cumbency, craving
no capitulation from me.



Penned by my hand on the 12th of Aeguary, in the year 577 AF.