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why am i wandering through the cold night air?
wondered the wistful wizard, wide eyes wearily watching the white moon.
perhaps i should settle down somewhere.
down the hill there was an inn.
i shall go warm my bones within!
said the wizard.
when wizard knocked upon the door
there was hush, then a voice which roared,
WHATS THE PASSWORD?
the wizard knew no password, so they said,
i am wiz. wiz of zard. i have come to rest my bones in bed.
THERE IS NO ROOM, WE'RE PACKED TODAY! NO SPACE FOR YOU. BE ON YOUR WAY
i have a gold piece, wiz of zard said
OKAY, said the voice, WE MIGHT HAVE A BED