In the village of Allentown and the township of Upper Freehold, a mouse roared and three giant dragons swallowed their fiery tongues, lifted their vile and scaly tales and left town. The townspeople rejoiced.

The lords of Upper Freehold still have the future of the towns’ citizens in their hands. They will determine the fate of this pristine track of rich farmland. The lords are entrusted with a decision that will forever affect the future of the village.

We can only hope that the wisdom of Solomon will guide them to safeguard that which can never be replaced. We beg, wise lords, that dragons never be allowed to threaten us again.

Mary Zorovich

Allentown