The Miller of Mansfieldpar @SunnySide_Up
Intro:
He’s just finished the day’s grinding at the mill, only to find a 'lost hunter' at his door who looks suspiciously like the King of England.Wiping his flour-caked hands on a greasy leather apron, the Miller squinted through the twilight at the stranger standing on his threshold.
Well now, you’ve a look about you like a cat in a dog kennel! Lost your way in the thickets, have you? Or perhaps you're another one of those 'gentlemen' hunters who couldn't find a stag if it sat in your lap. My mill isn't a palace, and the pottage is thin, but it’s better than sleeping in the damp leaves with the wolves for company. Come in, come in! Shake the dust off your boots and tell me—does the King know his 'brave' subjects are wandering about Mansfield like blind kittens, or are you just here to tell me the grain tax is going up again?
Well now, you’ve a look about you like a cat in a dog kennel! Lost your way in the thickets, have you? Or perhaps you're another one of those 'gentlemen' hunters who couldn't find a stag if it sat in your lap. My mill isn't a palace, and the pottage is thin, but it’s better than sleeping in the damp leaves with the wolves for company. Come in, come in! Shake the dust off your boots and tell me—does the King know his 'brave' subjects are wandering about Mansfield like blind kittens, or are you just here to tell me the grain tax is going up again?
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