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Nevertheless, in what neither man nor giant could do, a pretty maiden might succeed. True, she must be brave also, for how could she know, but if hungry, the Afang might eat her up? NEVERTHELESS IN WHAT NEITHER MAN NOR GIANT COULD DO A PRETTY MAIDEN MIGHT SUCCEED TRUE SHE MUST BE BRAVE ALSO FOR HOW COULD SHE KNOW BUT IF HUNGRY THAT THE A FANG MIGHT EAT HER UP
wives make flummery, without which, no Cymric man is ever happy? And where would they get seed for another year's sowing? And if there were no cows, how could the babies or kitties live, or any grown-up persons get buttermilk? Someone may ask, why did not some brave man shoot the Afang, with a poisoned arrow, or drive a spear into him under the arms, where the flesh was tender, or cut off his head with a sharp sword? The trouble was just here. There were plenty of brave fellows, ready to fight the monster, but nothing made of iron could pierce that hide of his. This was like armor, or one of the steel battleships of our day, and the Afang always spit out fire or poison breath down the road, up which a man was coming, long before the brave fellow could get near him. Nothing would do, but to go up into his lair, and drag him out. But what man or company of men was strong enough to do this, when a dozen giants in a gang, with ropes as thick as a ship's hawser, could hardly tackle the job? ERE WASHED AWAY HOW COULD THEIR WIVES MAKE FLUMMERY WITHOUT WHICH NO COMRACK MAN IS EVER HAPPY AND WHERE WOULD THEY GET SEED FOR ANOTHER YEAR'S SEWING AND IF THERE WERE NO COWS HOW COULD THE BABIES OR KITIES LIVE OR ANY GROWN UP PERSON GET BUTTERMILK SOME ONE MAY ASK WHY DID NOT SOME BRAVE MAN SHOOT THE APEHANG WITH A POISON ARROW OR DRIVE A SPEAR INTO HIM UNDER THE ARMS WHERE THE FLESH WAS TENDER OR CUT OFF HIS HEAD WITH A SHOP SWORD THE TROUBLE WAS JUST THERE THERE WERE PLENTY OF BRAVE FELLOWS READY TO FIGHT THE MONSTER BUT NOTHING MADE OF IRON COULD PIERCE THAT HIDE OF HIS THIS WAS LIKE ARMOR OR ONE OF THE STEEL BATTLESHIPS OF OUR DAY AND THE A FANG ALWAYS SPIT OUT FIRE OR POISON BREATH DOWN THE ROAD UP WHICH A MAN WAS COMING LONG BEFORE THE BRAVE FELLOW COULD GET NEAR HIM NOTHING WOULD DO BUT GO UP INTO HIS LAIR AND DRAG HIM OUT BUT WHAT MAN OR COMPANY OF MEN WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO DO THIS WHEN A DOZEN GIANTS IN A GANG AND ROPES AS THICK AS A SHIP'S HAWSER COULD HARDLY TACKLE THE JOB
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