Somewhere in Lexington, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lives, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf. Toby was quick to climb atop his skinny horse and yell, To me, Sancho, we have a quest! I followed close behind as he charged toward the nearest mailbox. Nay! Tis a dragon, he called and went about slaying one after another until his lance broke and he had to topple them with his bare hands. We found rest at the end of our journey at an inn run by a bespectacled gentleman with a warm smile. Sancho, Toby called from inside, after the weekend, again we ride!
Somewhere in Lexington, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, two gentlewomen live, a lance and ancient shield resting on a shelf. Sugar and Pepper tried to climb the same skinny horse, but with room for only one, Sugar directed her to walk behind with me. The two of us tried to keep apace as Sugar sighted treasure, glorious treasure left alongside the road. But, tis just a stick, Pepper whispered. I shushed her and directed Sugar on to the next cache, untying the saddle bags when Sugar wasn’t looking, no need to bring ‘treasure’ home – a mighty hunt she took us on, only agreeing to rest once home came in sight at the bottom of the hill. Next time, Sancho, they cried, and I tipped my hat, saying Yes ma’ams.
Somewhere in Lexington, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentlewoman lives, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf. Mattie wasted no time in saddling her skinny horse and shouting for me to follow along. There are scents, rare and unspoiled, she said. If we do not move quickly, they will be lost to beast or machine or the very air itself! I scampered behind, trying to keep up, but she was a force, sweeping down the street with a tempest of leaves and debris behind. Each sniff of her nose added more urgency, spurring on and on until we found ourselves at a familiar inn – in need of rest, she dismissed me, but her quest is nowhere near complete.
Somewhere in Lexington, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, two gentlemen live, two of those who have a lance and ancient shield on a shelf. There was a brief but impassioned discussion at the outset of who would play Explorer and who Horse with me imploring them to take turns. Finally, Quincy climbed atop Henry and pointed, Onward! There was a wealth of territory, claimed by rivals in the night – Henry found their flags, and Quincy tore them from the ground and spiked his own into the dirt, I claim thee for House Rose! Switching places, Henry directed us home for snacks.
Somewhere in Lexington, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lives, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf. Upon my arrival, Ziggy hopped aboard his skinny horse and yelled, Sancho, the lands are parched and in need of nurturing. He charged off and I followed where he pointed to dry scrub brush. Lo, a near-desert! he lamented before sprinkling upon it and trotting on. So many desperate plants hiding among the greenery, Ziggy’s quest seemed unending – we had to take rest with a kindly couple saying, Take time for adventure now, soon winter will be here.