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Well, all
said and done, and with full tummies, G & J
bowed low and curtsied to His Royal Marshie
459 and Marsha 399 and Marsha 101, and mounted
their horses. The Marshies kept their mouths
open when they saw both Pepper and Mober bow
down for G & J to get on. What class! What
style! The Marshies were impressed.
Before they took their leave, Marhsa 399 came
over with something wrapped in burlap. It was
some of the rooty ‘tater-like things. "Thank
you, and many blessings. May many butterflies
alight upon your house," said Granma.
Then off they rode into the wild, wild yonder …
West. Since days seemed to be longer here, they
had several hours of daylight still left to ride.
M 459 had pointed out the path to the Peppermint
Mountains and they were now on it. All he had said
was nobody ever came back from there. This is what
echoed over and over in G’s mind as they rode on.
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