Gingerbread Beans and Raspberry Puzzles.

I believe that today, my exploits will not be easily forgotten.

I started my charge, bugle in hand, reins in the other.
I changed my mind.

Stopped.

I then encouraged my steed to take a few steps backwards with gentle prodding of my Hermes' Ankles.

Spurs, for those of you illiterate in mythology of the basest kind.

I handed the brass tube to my lesser. He took it without question.

Then I started my charge. Reins in hand, naught in the other.
I smiled in satisfaction as the cavalry unit, nay, my cavalry unit, ran over the cliff and speedily met their demise on the jagged rocks below.

A classical death scene, I thought.
Classical tragedy, perhaps?

Either way, the next sunrise will clear my mind.

The waves would have washed the cliff's feet clean by then.