'Twas a creature of malevolent design and great cunning.
Sir Buster's faithful Squire, Mistress Gracie, had never before seen such evil.
Together, they worked on a strategic plan of attack!
Sir Buster rested a bit to focus his attention fully upon the task at hand, remembering the words of the Bard, "Now rested he by the tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought!"
"One, two, one, two, and through and through, his vorpel blade went snickersnack. He left it dead and with its head, he went galumphing back!"
To be continued, next year, same time, same place!
Your faithful Scribe,