At the wayside sat the Devil; ragged of clothes was he with boots tattered and broken. With beaten cap he bade welcome, flourishing it grandly whispering false:
“Come sit with me, come sit and pass the time. For the day is long and the company is good.”
Seated upon rock, a thin boulder of moss and time worn stone. We shared the moment traversing worlds with tale and song, for the day was long and time was spare. Come the night, with the claws of cold reaching in; the Devil replaced his cap and departed, leaving me forsaken once more.
The Angry Farmer 
It’s a good thing he left you. Your writings are addictive (I’m glad they’re not chocolates)! Very beautifully told tales.
~PR
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Thank you very much your most worshipful deadness!
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