Flew away from gloomy, overcast city of Great Falls like a misguided Monarch. Landed in the land of left-handed mittens, where Millers grind barley and all cheese squeaks. The Trib said the governor saw us off, he must own a fancy Lord of the Rings cloak. Too bad, I hoped to catch a glimpse of the famed bolo tie. I wonder if he has a bolo rack like many men have a selection of ties. I guess there could be different materials for the tie and the pendant portion could be different stones, bones, etc.
Adventure, start!
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