Monday, March 28, 2011

Seventh Post

The Fifth Day:    
     Fate has damned me once again.
     I had met Hogger in court yesterday, and had smelled, tasted, and could see victory. I all but had it in my the clutches of my slender, witch-like hands. Why has my plan failed me so?! I cannot begin to explain my disappointment and my rage!
      A few following paragraphs are composed of curses, rants, unintelligible and indecipherable text that you cannot quite seem to make out, all ended with a giant ink splotch, soiling the lower remainder of the page.
     Now that even my pen has failed me, and I was required to ask a guard for another one, perhaps I can write the end to this miserable tale.
     I arrived at court a bit early, eager for the stomping I would deliver upon the head of the ugly thing. I had manuscript upon manuscript of legal documents defending my case (some, if not many, may have been forged). I had it won. I was caught off guard, however, when I saw Hogger arrive in a rather classy suit, and an equally opposing looking regiment of legal defenders. I remember gulping in doubt, but it only took me a moment to find my resolution once again.

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