The morrow came with a resounding thump. THUMP! The noise awoke Mary and Armo. Both, startled from their sleep, rubbed their eyes, coughed, Armo farted, Mary sniggered and they readied themselves for what lay ahead.
"Good, you woketh rested," Armo began, "We willeth sip from the stream, nibble on some mushrooms which I pickethed last night, and be on our merry way."
Armo and Mary walked barefoot through the dewy grass, and by so doing they washed the toe jam from between their toes. Reaching the stream they knelt, cupped their hands and drank of the sweet water.
Water dripping from his beard, Armo offered Mary some strange shrivelled up little round things to nibble on. She declined, with a look of absolute horror and disgust on her face. Armo shrugged his shoulders, pulled his pants back up and handed her some mushrooms.
Mary asked, "Art thou sure these are safeth to eat? They look a tad oddeth and smell a bit offeth."
"Of course they are safeth my sweet, eat and enjoyeth."
Feeling NOT so reasurred, but urged on by the rumblings in her belly, Mary took the mushrooms and began to nibble around the edge of one.
"Mm! Quite flavourfulleth," commented Mary and she procedded to gobble back the lot.
A couple of minutes later, Mary began to feel a little queazy.
"Oh Armo, what happenedeth? I feel quite queathy. I see a dragon doth approacheth with a strange looking rider on its back. Can that be so?"
"Yes, that can be so dear Mary. 'Tis my loyal friend Chubby the Brown astride his sturdy steed, Billy the Connolly. They always travel like that, taking turns to ride on each others back. Billy resembleth a dragon because he's red in the face as a result of carrying the fatish barsted for a mileth or two. Let us go greeteth them my sweet Mary."
Reassured, somewhat. Mary gathered up her skirts and followed Armo who was heading off down the path to greet Chubby the Brown and Billy the Connonly, two of his old mates from the nearby Village of Cockupington where the three of them had attended 'Ye Ole Schoole of Commiddions" during their formative years.
Mary's belly started to ache. She hoped she would meet up with her love Sir Phookalot before she 'dropped the kidlet'.
The story continueth.....