Sentence The Threehundredandsixtythird

“Bramble bellowed at sheeple,

Who bore the brunt of his tongue,

Wherefore his words were in majuscule,

And capitals poured from his lung,”

and with that irreverent thought. Roxy decided that the only way to exert some control over this Bull of a man was to beard him and give back to him what he gave to others – so she leapt at him, seized hold of his beard with both hands and pulled sharply down; he roared, oh how he roared, but she soon had him on his knees and putting her face close to his massive left ear she yelled into it with all the volume she could muster: “STOP, S.T.O.P. STOP!” and he suddenly went limp, she felt the animal force drain from his body and she held him down until he was quiet and meek and calm and then, still gripping his beard hard in her comparatively tiny fists, she whispered into that same ear: “I am going to let go, but if you raise your voice any more, I will do the same again and my friends will post the photographs of you on the internet and you will be the laughing stock of not only the entire scientific community, but the whole world, and I don't think you want that – it's all very well to play a buffoon 

on your own terms, but not at the hands of a five foot woman, half your size and age, am I right?” and she felt him nod and when he spoke his words were soft and mild: “I'm sorry Roxy, truly I am, I won't do it again, ever, anywhere,” and she let go of his beard, stepped over to where Lizzie stood, still shaking after experiencing the aggressive force-10-gale that had issued from the Professor's mouth, and wrapped her arms protectively around the former Cave Woman and told her that all would now be well, and Lizzie nodded appreciatively and covered one of Roxy's hands with her own, whispering a simple “thankyou, dear Roxy,” and the assembled scientists, religious and family, all gave a sigh of relief and applauded Roxy for her bravery in bearding the Lion in his Den!