from being awol im back and i am going to try this again

the arklite strode forth brandishing his mighty cheese sabre and chedder lance.
his war sheep (Jim) bleeted with fury at the sight of the cows on the hill one or two miles away.
he soon cane to the steps of the vangarien tower.
he soon reached the top and there it was the war horn of cheese he took it in his grasp placing it apon his lips he gave a mighty blow and the sheepish host moved forth.