Arthur galloped through the forest on his trusty steed. He had to rescue his fiancée Guinevere from the clutches of the evil Merlin. His tired horse snorted, distressed by the weight of man and armour. Unaware of any his mount’s fatigue Arthur used his spurs to gain more speed.
Halfway through the forest the exhausted animal came to a halt, turned to Arthur, and said, “Your turn.”
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