When you are weary and feeling small, Brother Ethernan, and you start to cry like the little dwarf of faith nincompoop you are, toss a pebble into the water under Pithman’s Bridge and the Daemon Goat shall appear to thee, and dry your tears. The Daemon Goat, horrifying to look at as he is, is fucking on your side, man.
Oh, when times get rough and friends just can’t be found because no one likes you, little Ethy, you are a spoilsport and smell like rancid grease, go to Pithman’s Bridge and call out the tripartate incantation to summon the Goat Man, and he shall lie him down like a bridge over troubled water, yea, he shall lie him down.
When you are down and out, like after SOMEONE steals your Sunday mutton, or dumps it onto the cobblestones and mottles it with piss ACCIDENTALLY and you are on the street, well follow that street to the end, to Pithman’s Bridge, and there the Shaggy Goat Man who formerly was Plowfield Pithman shall take your part, all your dreams are on their way, la la la.
Sail on, silver boy! Lol, there he goes, off to Pithman’s Bridge no doubt.
What an insufferable little pietist.
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