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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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The local constable saw them and shouted "Halt!"

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