8DS - Tilting at Windmills

D'ost not see, a monstrous giant of infamous repute whom I intend to encounter
It's a windmill
A giant
Canst thou not see the four great arms whirling at its back?
A giant?
Exactly
Ho there foul monster
Cease thy knocking at thy craven knees and prepare to do battle
Your grace, I swear by my wife's little black mustache, that's not a giant it's only a

Written by:
James Klucharits II

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