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  "Where does the map say we go?" asked Anna in fear,

  "Through danger and mayhem and door to door salesmen?

  "Don't 'a fortiori,' speak English is that clear?"

  "Then," said Mary, "can I atleast say an Amen?"

  "'Tis prayers we need? Do we enter a lion's den?"

  "No," said Mary, " just follow the yellow brick road."

  "Shall we now ask for the prayers of some clergyman

  Before we leave this strange and wonderful abode?"

  "Aquinas just came here for this one episode,"

  Said Mary, "We can ask him for a prayer I think,

  He is a nice person to whom you can unload

  Your frantic woes, 'specially when you're on the brink"

  Anna thought hard and then felt like her mind would sink

  A Catholic girl who played with the paranormal

  She now wondered what in heavens would Jesus think?

  Would He think that she was so very abnormal?

  "Brink of sanity? Anna asked, with a chortle

  "I think that I'm still quite far from around the bend

  Let us see the saint then," she said, her voice formal

  "Let us see what Aquinas is able to mend"

  They went down the road. They walked to the very end

  Where a little church stood amongst the greenery

  Anna sighed, "'Tis just a mass i have to attend

  Or do i need buy an indulgence plenary?

  "There's no need for that, just enjoy the scenery,"

  Said a man walking out the church's wooden door

  "It's so nice here, far from any machinery,"

  Said Mary, who's eyes were lighting up more and more

  "Are you Saint Aquinas to whom I must implore?"

  Asked Anna, "Must i now make my own confession?

  Bless me father for I have sinned, last one a score

  Or less years ago, is there hope for redemption?

  "Always, my dear" said the saint, "now I've a question,

  I heard you're going to China Town for some hints

  You will pass through many lands filled with aggression

  Your journey will leave more than a billion footprints

  What will you girls do when your legs are put in splints

  Broken from the journey's wear, tear, misadventures?

  What will you do when foes give chase while you can't sprint?

  Sing Sun's Canticle then, it's a real thirst quencher

  That's the only help i can give you, now and here

  And of course a blessing, i pray for your success

  You will have trouble, I'm sure, Just don't disappear

  Into despair, stay true to your hearts, don't distress"

  And with that, Anna's many worries were much less

  Mary grinned, "Amen," and pulled her along the path

  "We follow the yellow brick road to the address

  Let's leave, or do you want to first go take a bath?"

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  This strange poet will now leave the girls to their bath

  --Fade out-- --fade in-- before one Artemis attacks

  It is not easy to escape the goddess' wrath

  The scene changes now and this poet can relax

  Scene: a winter wonderland, the snow filled with tracks

  Conifer trees are laid out sparsely through the land

  Three men and a black bird are munching on some snacks

  Pumpkin seeds that Peter supplied the merry band

  "Balls to this, and cocks to that, these seeds are so bland"

  Cries the mocking bird with a voice filled with much pain

  "I'm no foodie but I really must make my stand

  Munching on these seeds is way way too inhumane"

  Viscount James cries out, "I've had enough of this strain

  A bird that cusses and my gentle lady gone

  Please send me back to London in a choo choo train

  I've got a new cravate that I really must don"

  "Be still and silent," says Thor, "it is nearly dawn

  Leave me be and I can soon find our bearings

  Seeing grown men whine is a new phenomenon

  Grow some balls, you little man, and be more daring"

  Thor walks on, he knows he can be overbearing

  Whether they'll come with him or not he doesn't know

  Even he admits, the group is a strange pairing

  "Come see Peterson, this is the real Northland snow

  These Flakes are proportioned in golden ratios

  We are close to Asgard, so close to my homeland

  Don't you think we should now go there and say hello?

  I can tell you how beautiful it is firsthand

  There is Valhalla, where fighting is in demand

  You will do very well there Peter Peterson

  There are other great halls, please don't misunderstand

  I just think that this is the one with the most fun"

  Peter looks around, "More pumpkin seeds anyone?

  Valhalla sounds nice mister, don't spoil the surprise

  But right now I'd rather be eating a hot bun

  Is there a restaurant here you can recognise?"

  All of them turn to gaze at the sight of sunrise

  "Follow me,"Thor says gruffly, "and you'll eat boar meat

  Or stay here without me and go meet your demise

  When we reach Asgard," he smiles, " it will be my treat"

  They walk for days. James, Bird and Peter feel so beat

  Just subsiding on snow, sheer will, and pumpkin seed

  Just when the three look at each other in defeat

  Someone descends on them, jumping from flying steed

  "Valkyrie," laughs Thor, a splendid sight indeed

  We're so very happy to see you over here

  May i ask? You wouldn't happen to have any feed?

  And I'm afraid your horse we'll have to commandeer"

  The Valkyrie laughs and throws them meat of deer

  Jerkey so vile that they would normally despise

  But now they've grown wiser, Their conditions severe

  They eat, and it turns out a delicious suprise

  "You can't ride my horse," she thinks of a compromise

  "Make a sleigh and I'll pull you to the Rainbow Bridge"

  My horse is in need of excessive exercise

  Be patient and I'll soon get you out of this fridge"

  They make a contraption that looks like a drawbridge

  They fasten it securely on the white winged horse

  The horse then pulls them rapidly over the ridge

  The horse pants and runs in air with very great force

  They soon appear before the Rainbow Bridge of course

  Before boredom turns this poet's eyes from the scene

  They've finally arrived at the great god Thor's source

  Thor grins and grins, looking so happy it's obscene

  The lamb, safely tucked away in Pete's arms, maas in disdain