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"One winter's night, the chief of the McCorquodale's was sitting at his dinner in the great hall of his castle. Logs blazed in the huge fireplace and fir branch torches hung from the stone walls. Seated at the long table with him were his main men and often his harper would play a tune as they munched their way through some venison or salmon. As they sat at table a guard came in with a strange announcement; an army was approaching, an army of mice. The chief got to his feet and with his
"One winter's night, the chief of the McCorquodale's was sitting at his dinner in the great hall of his castle. Logs blazed in the huge fireplace and fir branch torches hung from the stone walls. Seated at the long table with him were his main men and often his harper would play a tune as they munched their way through some venison or salmon. As they sat at table a guard came in with a strange announcement; an army was approaching, an army of mice. The chief got to his feet and with his