boris spots movement in the distance.
creeping closer, for he is a master creeper

he spots her bathing in the pond.
being true to his roots, he rushes forward swinging his "walking cane" before him, sure she will be amazed into servitude!
however, when she hears him panting from exersion (it was an uphill run, and she is bigger that he thought), she ducks full of inocense into the pond.
she emerges a second later, yielding a rock the size of boris' head (true, it is large. not that head! ) and throws it at him.
she misses, gazing woefully at his walking cane.
such wonderful polished oak!
they spend the night together, and in the morning, boris and his cane move on.
the lass remains in her village, renaming it "SilkWood" in boris' cane name!
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