And so.....Once a quest be pledged.........‘tis good

to have direction....
 

             Asofar as Grouche and the gentle Lady  Sweet had left

the realms of Rainier, only its smoking mountain seen afar, they had yet to

decide what may be their path.  Stopping in a small clearing in the mighty

forest........a place where the path diverged..........decision hath become paramount.

"M'lady, Shall we tarry a bit?..... ‘tis a fair place, and I desire a bit of rest. ...... and

thy company."
 

               Lady Sweet smiled, still bemused by this strange wanderer, who had

stolen  her away, seemingly without her knowing.  "Aye, M'Lord, ........A rest

twould be good.....as to   company….....I am thy humble servant........"

And so...........rested well........they turned the task at hand.
 

                  Suddenly, a foule scent filled the clearing.  "YE GODS!", choked

Grouche, nearly overcome by the stench.  The Lady Sweet was unable to speak,

so powerful was the odor.
 

                  And then..............it was gone.......And a strange little man entered

the clearing.
 

                "Ho!, travelers........I am Gagga...........and thou hath come upon my

lands.....without my leave."  Grouche, eyes still watering, choked out, "Our most

humble apologies, Sir Gagga, My Lady and I did mean no harme." "Be that as it

may, Sir, thy still trespass, "  replied Gagga, a seeming look of glee  upon his face,

" But, as thee hath manners, I will not take  offense."  "But thee, and thy Lady,

must stay no longer........I ask that thee get thee gone."
 

                    "If thy wouldst be patient........my Lady is ill, "replied Grouche, pointing

to the Lady Sweet, who, nauseated, had adjourned to a more private spot.
 

            "I said get thee gone, sir.....I am Gagga…. The Imp of the Foule Wind…..

and....I FARTE IN THY GENERAL DIRECTION!!!!!!!!"
 

                  Turning about, and with a mighty sound, the clearing filled with a stench

from the very depths of hell.  Grouche, barely able to breathe.........ran for his Lady,

who had fainted dead away....grabbing their mounts, and tossing the Lady Sweet

across his saddle, he raced from the clearing, taking the first fork he came upon,

Gagga cackling madly from behind.
 

                     And So.........thus was their decision made.............assisted by a winde