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Sir Pot and The Goat
Sir Pot and The Goat
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"Can you help me" said Sir Pot "I seem to be lost"
"Well" said Sir Pot "I have these pots and pans, and
I will gladly try and mend anything you have that
is broken"
"Come in" she said "I have just the job for you"
She lead him into the dark cottage, the air smelt
like bad eggs, and there were all kinds of pots and
jars, and strange shapes on every shelf, and hanging
from every beam. In the corner stood a very thin
looking billy goat.
At this point, she gave the poor old billy goat such
a whack with her broom, that Sir Pot could swear he
heard the goat's horns ring.
Sir Pot looked out the hole in the cauldron. It was
a very big hole and did not look like it could be
mended. "It looks like it's me then."
Each time the goat butted the coldrum, Sir Pot tried
to help rock it a bit more. By this time the poor
old goat was not only seeing stars but several small
planets as well. At last with a huge crash!, clang!,
wallop!, the coldrum tipped right over and out fell
Sir Pot all over the goat.
THE END!
Barry Eva 1990