At the east there is a field where no rabbits graze. No animals savor the berries that grow there. Parched of wildlife, though it is flourishing with fruits and vegetation, it is a place citizens dare not visit. Has anyone ever? Who goes there if they do? Me? Oh, don't ask me why. Never has any person I have seen entered the place or dared to try scaling the suspicious mountain towering above it. Why does no one dare visit the arboreal mountain at the base of the pasture? Again, I do not know. Yes, and it is my endless curiosity about the tree surrounded pasture no one visits that will take me there. So, we waked at one but only two came. So I went alone. So, I ask also them: then for it us to want some where not one wits wishes to go. At the edges of Hohoaughhoonhoornsberry, where the "hoohunghoohoncklhiuhoughlians" linger in the air alone in their place. Where the frothy mountains of HooOhaAaghhoornsburro tops grow wild! Wold! For where art the deckens of gordot soul? I clamoured to the east. My gorson in my snatchel, I snuck a quick silver from it and began to climb the mountain. I sllinkslankslunk in my nucksack... Dismisererable. A place pails on no owens. The snakes sore through the holes. On my went, my cons, and contimbered with me. Such a miserable place. I grabbed my constroller and continued up the mountain. Where once there was and, on foot, might I add, I wavered. Also, I'd like to menshon I was readying it right... Yeah. Then... There... And, ... at the hilly basin of Hohonhonhunsberry I slank into a deep grin. And slumbered down the slippery hole...