ENCHANTING, RAINBOW-CHEERING, SWF, 37, raspberry-addicted, rural, hugaholic seeks position as soulmate, wife, stay-at-home Munchkin-rearer.

Lady Joan stood at the top of the ladder in full upper armor[:] a breastplate with a pauldrons with high neck guards. Chainmail covered both arms with rerebrace, couter, and vambrace. A fencing glove was on her right hand and a gauntlet ...

I pounded on a farmhouse / Lookin' for a place to stay / I was mighty, mighty tired / I had come a long, long way

He won Service Animal of the Year and was the only honouree to sit for the duration of his induction.