[Locked] Continue the Story

[*Malcolm the Jester]

In this game, I'll start a story and every post will be a line continuing that story. Let's limit each line to 20 words or less. Here we go:

Hilda and Harold lived at the top of a hill overlooking a cozy village. One day, they decided to...

[*The Butler]

... travel down from the hill home to the village below. Where they...

[*Squirrel of Midgard]

...met a cobbler and asked him to fix their shoes. The cobbler said...

[*Pocahontas]

"Shoes?! I MAKE cobblers! Apple, dragonfruit, bumbleberry, and even dorfenderp! You name it, I can make it into a cobbler."

[*Squirrel of Midgard]

Hilda and Harold were amazed. "Please sir," said Hilda, "aren't you a cobbler? That means that you mend footwear, doesn't it?"

[*Malcolm the Jester]

"Not this cobbler," he replied, his voice robust. "I tend to happy stomachs, not sore feet! Now, what can I..."

[*The Butler]

cook for you this fine day?" Hilda admitted that she was hungry and...

[*Malcolm the Jester]

turned to Harold. "Well, darling, what do you fancy?" Harold scratched his chin. "The dorfenderp looks tempting, but I'm not...

[*The Butler]

... supposed to eat that, because of the diet, you have my on, Hilda!" Hilda blushed and said, ....

[*Squirrel of Midgard]

..."I'm not touchin' your dorfenderp! That sounds dirty! And besides, I'm on a diet."

[*Pocahontas]

Harold sighed and payed for the dorfenderp cobbler. They turned and left the "cobbler". Harold looked down at his feet...

[*The Butler]

... and was reminded he still needed to fix his right shoe. He told his loving wife...

[*Squirrel of Midgard]

..."Let's find a cobbler that fixes shoes!" Hilda agreed. They skipped down the lane, skippety-hoppety-skip, like they were on drugs.

[*GLaDOS]

The local constable saw them and shouted "Halt!"

[*Malcolm the Jester]

They froze as the constable approached them. "Can't you read the sign? No skipping while eating allowed!" Harold quivered and...