"POUR LA DAME!" Screamed Collin du Citron over his 15th pint of Lemoncello. From his tent, Collin could see the Lady's Lemon Tree upon the hill, and he knew it was a blessing that his tent had no flaps so that he could view the blessed citrine arbor every evening. As he drifted off to sleep, the great victory of Pierre la Noir and the Zesty Heroes.
Collin's Dream: