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Soon the Brownie began loudly crying and pleading for mercy but the cobbler continued his onslaught until the cries became just whimpers. He was, he admitted some time later, quite lost indeed! The cobbler waited a good hour and maybe a wee bit more until he could stand the suspense no longer and crept out of his house and into the barn. Our poor cobbler, normally a man who enjoyed a good many light hearted japes and humorous tales, found little pleasure to be had. The Duchess, in a fit of pique after some rich cheese had upset her digestion, had ordered the castle's prize winning milk cow "Bessie" sold off, This had greatly annoyed the Chief Brownie who loved drinking her cream and now in 'revenge' was subtly sabotaging the smooth running of the castle household. You always promise but you never remember my orders I bet you forget everything when you've been drinking. He missed last year's meeting and the year before that too! 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