Part of a Well-balanced Adventure
"A strange curse fell last cold winter night A bad omen for certain so start this day right Gather your rations, wipe the frost from your plate You must perform well, not good, but great Your true form is hidden, your new skin it belies To undo all this, the golden box holds the prize Your belly of breakfast must last till the night For when the moon rises you'll... [click here for more]
