The lady was puzzled - she wrote the note, it was her handwriting, but she had no idea what it meant. One solution beckoned: travel to Sweetbay and find out the purpose of the note.
In the end, the lady traveled to Sweetbay, saw a nice horse napping in a stall, looked at chickens, a field of bluebells, a fountain...and still had no idea why she made that note. On the bright side, the horse was sweet-tempered.
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/me falls over laughing....and looks at a desk covered in small notes with cryptic phrases and names scribbled upon them...
Fogwoman
They say it's the journey, not the destination. May all your journies be as pleasant, even if you're not entirely certain why you've taken the ride. :)
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