A stupid anecdote

A mouse-eaten exercise book from my days in primary school was recently discovered behind an excavted fridge. Most of it is illegible, though one surviving page chronicles my trip to "Marses". Having given a suprisingly plausible description of the conditions there, I recounted the booty: a "trunk full of reptiles tortoises and snakes", as well as a "hole full of gold". I'm not sure if I meant a goldmine, or maybe a "whole lotta" gold.

Whatever, people. I have to get back to work. Bastilla isn't going to rescue herself, you know.