"Outlaw Peasant Girl; The Sequel"

Peasant Girl took Granny, the rugged Jogger (rring no more) love of her life, and the young lad #7/2, on their regular outtin this Tuesday past. They did not venture far from home but hitched their steed to the post outside the cabin of fuller waistlines and satisfied grins. They were not at all acquainted to the customs, having never hitched there before. The smell seemed to put their minds at ease and they slid in and took them a sit down. Granny took one look at the Kings Ransom and decided she was in the wrong place. Peasant Girl assured her to feast to her content, this was after all a celebration of years with her rugged jogger (rring no more)love of her life. Peasant Girl had spotted a primo of Adam special at no more than $11.00 in gold coin, the rugged jogger (rring no more)love of her life chose well with a two-three inch think slab of the finest tame game, just like he likes it, smothered in the spice of black bitter. The young lad #7/2 was eager to get a sized down portion of grilled game and wasted no time in making his wishes known. The pressure was now on poor Granny!She thought she would go for a midday feast but the Wench would not have it! Peasant Girls thought Granny would enjoy the choice she had made but Granny said the choice was more than she could eat. In desperation and not wanting to burden the youngins by taking to many a gold coin from their purse, Granny ordered the curled tail from the deep sea ( $16.95 but don't tell Granny!) Granny thinks she just ordered a papers meal from the before the feast comes list. The ransom is half on this piece of script. ( Granny had 30 of the same last week for $9.99) The Wench asks for Granny's pleasure to fill each course of her feast and soon the three generations are all enjoying the trappings of the cabin. All is well till Granny chomps down on her jumbo curly tails and discovers she has no tie that binds her to her pearly whites, no cement in the gears, her choppers are floppers! Granny can not devour the feast before her and bids Peasant Girl to help, but it is just to much. Peasant Girl fills a basket for a later consumption. Two sunsets pass and she concocts a mouth watering Norwegian hotdish of multi colored grains of starch, globe of tears, cackle meat, and varied harvest of the field. Now, Peasant Girl looks forward to the surprise that awaits her according to rumors from her rugged jogger (rring no more) love of her life. But she wonders how it could get any better than this? Happy Anniversary Hon, Love Peasant Girl