Once upon a moonlit night, feeling quaint yet lonely
I flew upon the Barbegazian Alps and stayed there only
For a minute to see what wondrous sights my weary eyes would see
When I noticed leaves a rustling, something was following me!
My first thought was to shield the room from terrors unabated
Then rest on my sore rump, whilst many things I contemplated
When I felt a tug upon my coattail to summarize my story
A hungry dog was feeding on my paltry inventory!
It stole a sword and H F helm then ran away in fright
I swore by all the gods and goddesses: That dog would die tonight!
I chased it through the ski slopes to the mountains far and nigh
I looked for it in the wilderness and I still am not sure why
When all was said and done I lost the furry little mutt
Depression sank me to the depths and kept me in a rut
I screamed and shouted to the gods that this was not quite fair
But all of the were A F K, and my clannies didn't care
And so this wisdom I bestow upon you frightened mortals
Who brood upon your player kills and untimely misportals
Fifty million coins is the worth of equipment that I lost
To shield a room in the Arethusa's Alps is never worth the cost
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