"Once there was a yellow cyclops who lived under a bridge. It was an automatedbridge, held tight in its retracted position. So the cyclops felt safe, that no one could turn it on whilst he peeked over the edge of the island. But a little lad of twelve figured out how to turn the power back on! He stepeth on to the King's plaza, and was whisked off to the island of the cyclopswhere he found a small lever. He turned the lever... Well, it was just at that time the cyclops decides to peek over the rim and wham! The bridge unfolded, chopping off his head! So the lad gets a big stick, and props the cyclops' head on it, and marches back to the castle. And all the townfolk cheered his success, that the world was rid of this monster under the bridge. They enshrined the cyclops' head into an altar, and put it in the castle. And to this day, the kids still sing that he who uses the altar... ...will one day have the strength of the cyclops!" She laughs. "But hopefully more brains than the cyclops!" END
