A piece of steak, a blade of grass,
and a set of windchimes-
These are the three things from
which legends are made
The steak you can use to call
off the terrifying dog, allowing
you an easy path by which to
rescue the princess
The blade of grass you may hold
firmly between your thumbs- it
must be kept straight- you may
then blow your breath across it,
making a sound much like a
goose, and all the geese for
miles around will come down
from the sky to lay tributes
at your feet
And the chimes? Well, that's
quite another thing altogether:
You see, the chimes contain
within them all the music
of a lifetime.
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