Originally Posted by
SBRed48
Passing a gnarled tree at the top of Arnd Hill I witnessed three wizzened old hags appear from hiding in the twisted roots---One beckoned me with a crooked finger to move closer and she cackled in my ear---
"Listen thee well stranger and spread the tale. So be it that cones were placed on the pitch they call Oakwell this daybreak, A cone is the top desire of the one they call Stendel. It be an omen of good fortune. So let it be."
"Ignore the sayings of those who talk of hard work and couldn't get it over the line in time and rejoice at the prospect".