Okay, so it’s really dark.
And, from the mists of... something misty... emerges a GIANT WERE-WEED! AARGH!
People ran screaming all over the town!
The king ran so quickly that he lost his crown!
"I'll save it," cried Jack, and quickly ran back -
But the Tumbleweed carelessly battered him down!
"Run away! Run away!" the people screamed,
Just one, named Hector, stood, and he beamed.
"I'll stay and fight, I think," said he,
And smiled around quite glamorously:
He was going to duel the were-weed, it seemed.
"Get back, you beast!" he calmly said.
"Or I shall be forced to lop off your head!"
The Tumbleweed stopped and paused for a sec,
Then carried on rolling and flattened poor Hec –
It hadn't a head to be lopped off! Oh dread!
END OF PART FOUR