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Originally Posted by pelathais
You'd best be nice to old Lizzie then, right?
I used to hate it when she and Charles would send their hounds through our oats followed by the monstrous crew of "hunters" tearing up our crops and making every winter's prospects a bit more bleak all in the name of their cruel ideas of "sportsmanship." That wild cacophony of barking, bugles and hoof beats always meant humiliation and hunger for the denizens of our village. Don't even get me started about what happens when we try and fill our pots by taking game in "her" woods.
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TIC fer sure, but you are more bang on than you realize!
