Verily, 'twas in the year of our Lord, a knight of great renown, Sir Godfrey, became custodian of a vast fortune, yet a fiendish curse did accompany it. A snail of diminutive stature, but of fatal touch, pursued him ceaselessly. The snail, unyielding as stone and with senses keener than a hound's, knew ever the knight's whereabouts.
Sir Godfrey, with a mind as sharp as his blade, took to cunning stratagems. He did construct a fortress in the highest peaks, moated with a sea of salt, for it is known that the humble snail shuns the stuff. Amidst the bracing mountain air, Sir Godfrey did espy a snail within his keep. Quaking with dread, yet with resolve, he did raise his foot to crush the intruder, but lo! His boot did meet naught but clay and paint. 'Twas a decoy snail.
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Sir Godfrey, with a mind as sharp as his blade, took to cunning stratagems. He did construct a fortress in the highest peaks, moated with a sea of salt, for it is known that the humble snail shuns the stuff. Amidst the bracing mountain air, Sir Godfrey did espy a snail within his keep. Quaking with dread, yet with resolve, he did raise his foot to crush the intruder, but lo! His boot did meet naught but clay and paint. 'Twas a decoy snail.