King of the hill

A climber went up the steep cliff, happy to be in the nature, high like a spliff. When suddenly there appeared above him, a mountain goat with a look so grim. The climber looked, the mountain goat stared, and in a brief moment the climber felt scared. A warranted feeling within him dwell, for the goat moved, and climber fell. Mine, thought goat, watching the plummet. These glasses, this hat, all is mine on my icy summit.


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