Let's tell a story four words at a time (Part 1)

emissions roused great interest

at the National Institute

of Sonic Emissions.

“Merry

Men have been spotted

in the vicinity,” the

local brothel owner exclaimed

, "But Robin Hood is

nowhere to be found!”

Riding through the glen

, Maid Marian, her heart

stopped.

She died.

Squirrels

soon nibbled on her

fuzzy slippers, which made

no sense at all.

But her toes were

a delectable delicacy, especially

served with some grated

celeriac and some fermented

Slovenian cabbage, with a

light dash of pickled