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“Oh, dear,” muttered Lady Di of Ameter as she rushed down the castle corridor.
She ran headlong into her husband, Sir Cumference.
“What’s the hurry?” he asked her.
“The castle cook is in bed with the chills,” she answered, “and the Harvest Faire is just around the corner! We need to select the annual Harvest Sweet.”
“We’ll need someone to do the baking, too,” said Sir Cumference.