One of the rooms in Fortress Party 2010 was Sir Nigel Barth's Trouphie Room. This series of photos, taken in our back yard a few weeks before the party, was displayed on a shelf to showcase the backstory of Sir Nigel, the famed hunter-explorer-gentleman.
I was tracking the Muck Caiman. The heart of the jungle is no placed for the faint of heart.
On the fourth day I spotted her, wretched and mighty, grotesque, yet arousing.
I swiftly ran my bread knife through one of the beast's celebrated fontanels.
Though for months, I had studied Buxley's writings on the odors of the Muck Caiman's spinal fluid, I was still whelmed heartily.
As I was reminded of many previous adventures, the carcass and I shared a moment of quiet reflection.
Too soon, it was time to return to Coventry.
My exploits were already legendary, but... did I just sense a twig snapping?
ATTACKED by borders of indigenous Thicket-people! Out comes my mink-tail whip.
Half of the Thicket-people are soon fended.
