Jim and the young man backed into the corner of the cave.
"Hello my young liversquabs, what may I do for you and your friend," exclaimed the Senior Horse as he vomited midget Llamas from his third mouth on his earlobe.

"Great and powerful Senior Horse, we seek the ale-producing doorknobs that legend say can be found in the Pancreas Province!" replied Jim.

"Yes," continued the horse, "the knobs do exist, in the holiday home of the Tall Wizard of the Library."

"Excellent!" proclaimed Jim, "Take us there on the mystical pus bubbles of towninacaveville!"

After a short trip, the three travellers arrived at the holiday house of the Tall Wizard. Quietly, they opened the door and walked into a room full of leprechauns.

"There!" exclaimed the horse, "beyond that door made of whale bladders lies the room where the wizard keeps said doorknobs!"

"Perfect!" cried the young man before tearing his face off.

"We must carry on without him," said the horse, ushering Jim past the leprachauns and into the mysterious door made of full-to-bursting whale bladders...

NOTE: This story will continue, so stay tuned for "The man who lived in a library, Chapter Four: Potatoes and Leprachaun Sandwiches