I came upon a masked stranger,
stirring porridge in the heat.
He asked if I was in danger,
and offered me a seat.
I said that I felt lethargic,
and could use a bit to eat.
He insisted that I seemed sick,
and must get off my feet.
He went into his wee abode,
a cottage on the treeline.
He soon returned with a huge toad,
and a cat he called Ms. Feline.
He zoomed about like a firefly,
then said, “It’s time to dine!”
He opened a bottle, then did cry,
“After dinner you will feel fine!”