made-up anglish tale

i'm sleepy and cannot get off of spacehey, so i shall write a random tale in anglish.

the anglish:

there was once a nameknown man who woned atop the steepest barrow that overlooked the hollow. tho' he would be seldom seen wandering beyond the cliffs under his stoney abode. this man hight "the barrowkeep", and he made wiss to warn all weary wayfarers who wandered the slopes in the winter, for on this barrow lie many a mark of slaught and woe for the bowerfolk.

'twas wist that on the barrow woned a fremd wight, which stood higher than a whelkreddish yew tree, and was as broad as house. the wight looked ilk as a cat and goat, mid sharp eyen and horns.  hit was said by the barrowkeep that this wight would harry the thorps beneath were hit to be upset much.

the wight's wont was much unlich that of the bowerfolk, for hit came out in the winter, when snow and frost wielt the land.

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i'm sleepier now, so i shall head off to bed. maybe i shall continue this later