One day,
Thinlómien was walking in the Barrow-Downs, singing a well-known tune as she went:
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From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls.
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"I never realised how little sense that line makes,"
Kath muttered when she heard the song through her window. "I'm gonna illustrate why."
A sudden gust of wind snatched the drawing from her hands, and it landed on
Pitchwife's yard. "Hmm," he said. "Looks like
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Shadowfax contemplates going a-boating come autumn.
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"Really?" asked
TheGreatElvenWarrior over the fence that separated their yards. "No, that's not it. That would look like this:"
As a prank, they decided to drop the drawing in
A Little Green's little green mailbox. She thought what it was about was:
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Tired of galloping, Shadowfax dreams of an alternative means of transport.
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Her thought was picked up by
Oddwen's roaming psychic abilities (yes, the abilities were roaming, don't question me) that visualised it as follows: