The trek up the great walls of stone is not easy,
my breathes come out in pants,
my legs ach- AHTRHWGHEH!!!!!
The deafening sound of trees crashing down makes me scream with fright,
as does the bleating of a rather angry goat.
Muttering to myself, I say “my goodness,
what on earth is this noise,
has the entire world gone mad?”
Well of course it hasn’t,
but perhaps the Toad is,
because when finally the goat is in my view,
I see the same purple fog that seems to drive him rabid.
Yet still, that cursed goat is charging towards me.
Trees fly everywhere,
his horns bat into the roots,
flying them all around me,
the branches fly dangerously close.
My voice barely rises over the din.