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Megan was resting by the river,
for no bridge was their, to retrieve her herd.
She sat weeping, like a willow.
her situation was absurd.

But the devil heard her in the distance,
an affable and sullen tone.
He smiled and headed towards the water,
where the last birds had flown.

"Hello my dear", he said politely,
"I see your trouble and your hurt",
"Whats the problem my sweet dearie"?,
he said, without a hint of curt.

"My cow is waiting over yonder"
"and their is no way for me to cross".
"The bridge has given with the ages",
"my poor heart is at a loss".

"It will be ok, my fine lady".
"In exchange for my request now",
"Just say the words and I will build thy"
"a bridge of stone to fetch your cow".

"The price I ask is the soul of whom"
"crosses the bridge, the very first".
"And your days will be good for,
to carry on as you were".

"Ok then", "It's a bargain" she replied,
"I'll see you in the morning and goodnight".
And home she left to wonder on,
thinking about the morning that was to come.

When she woke to the early morn,
she saw that a bridge had been born.
The promised kept, from the devils tongue,
it seems he did not do her wrong.

"Now it's your turn", he said with haste,
"you made a promise now, don't delay".
"I need a soul for my feast",
"I need a servant that will obey".

Now Megan crept towards the bridge then.
Unseen by the devil, her breadcrumbs in hand.
She threw them prombtly to the cobble stones
and they scattered uncertain to the land.

Then came her small dog, old and tired,
he lept for the bread that he so desired.
And the devil could not beleive his own hard luck,
sweet Megan had played him by the book.

"What is this now", he replied with anger so great,
"it seems that I have been betrayed",
"this smelly dog is default I say".
Then the devil went on his way.