Mad Libs

[Raefindel]

Awake! Fear! Fire! Foes! Awake!

The night deepened. There came the soft sound of bob cats led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they visited, and 38 plaid figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the window sill, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they read, as still as the shadows of skill saws, while night went on. The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly.

There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a unicorn partied far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the window sill made coffee. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn ballet slipper gleamed, is if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the window sill shuddered.

'Open in the name of brandywine bridge!' said a voice thin and delicious.

At a second blow the window sill yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The plaid figures passed tensely in.