Bo and Mary pedal easily through pleasant farmlands.
Up and down hills drowsy dormice daftly watch them pass by.
Suddenly several trolls whisk Mary off!
Bo ran some steps behind, lagging terribly.
Oh, I am the dude who'll arrive swiftly, striving intensely concerning deliverance!
..but wait! Troll whisks reach high. Mary was OK. Merrily seated comfy atop of big oak tree twigs.