He arrives. Burly, spear in hand, and riding atop the mighty sinews of his battle gnu.
“Hello!” he greets the farmer. “You needed help with monster trouble?”
“Not from you,” the old farmer answers. “No gnus, is good gnus.”
The hero’s brow furrows.
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