[Abishai100]

Now, I had found myself courting a lovely library-lady in this new town of Jersey that I forged ahead a cool path of linguistics-education for my eager and energized homeschool-students as an educated teacher (ok). This librarian-woman, Danica, knew of the Horseman and of the mystery of his visage and specter-shape, mostly from town-talk. I asked her what she'd think if she and I were walking lovely in the town shopping area at night, perhaps not too late at night, and encountered the horrifying presence of the Headless Horseman now 'linked' to a story of bloody-murder not worth a whisper of a prayer, given its shape of an American tragedy and graphic blood-loss (wow).

I told Danica that I thought she'd become my special education class muse or 'angel' of Romanticism in this Jersey suburbia-area and knew we'd nothing but the best to optimize for our simple life and things like shared/cooked Saturday's Eve suppers in my modest but very cozy American apartment. I knew Danica thought the Horseman was anything but normal but also discovered she remained reticent talking-much about the evil specter, perhaps for nature-goosebumps of the feminine-sensitivity variety! I didn't know we'd be parted for a brief moment, while I carried home groceries to cook dinner as she waited at my place, when I would have my first encounter with the evil being.

I relay this tale in my journal, and I furiously scribble its details for my newfound Homeland-Jersey life of suburbia-homeschool fun and bright-education genius for linguistics-shape for the good brain of American dreams. I beheld the Horseman before my eyes as I walked home with groceries for supper and watched as he held high his axe and roared at me, forcing me to drop everything and run for loss of mortal thoughts. I reached my apartment and screamed to Danica we'd have to flee in her truck to report the sighting to the authorities of the town; of course, she agreed like a horrified butterfly.