A powerful beast lay waiting.
It sat patient, calculating, waiting as day after day its plan progressed farther.
Herot Circle was its goal and G.
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Construction Co.
was its name.
The quiet community lay peacefully, never knowing what danger was watching.
The beautiful town so small, but filled with the most wondrous of people, was completely unaware of the impending doom.
Their Mayor, Mr.
Hrothgar, was kind and fair.
His people lived happily in their land until one day the monster rose from its lair to prey upon the unsuspecting town; to claim such as its own.
Up from the bustling city it rose, its head emerged from the subway vapors.
It found the small country town sleeping; lulled by the serene surroundings.
It struck! G.
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claimed thirty homes in one monstrous spasm.
They were gone, snatched from their owners, and the phantom had fled back to its lair to revel in the macabre slaughter.
The new day dawning revealed to Hrothgar and his citizens the awful news.
Laments were raised for the neighbors lost and the homes condemned.
But this would not be the last assault.
Greed drove the gluttonous beast back time after time to win some gruesome prize.
Another attack and more fell to the marvelous might of contract, law, and signature.
With each successive raid the creature became stronger, bolder, and more vengeful.
The city-watcher Hrothgar knew something had to be done.
His people lashed out, but with shrieks of "Eminent Domain!" resistance fell back.
G.
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fought against the civilians, one foe against so many, yet triumphed.
Hrothgar's troubles crossed the Internet - it was not long before it reached one Beowulf, a skilled, mighty, and renowned Lawyer.
The telephone rang.
Dane (from Hrothgar's office) answered.
"Hello.
Who am I speaking with?" He asked.
"Beowulf, from the Law Offices of Ecgetheow and Hygelac!" A deep voice rumbled.
"I have called to speak with Hrothgar! I've heard of his troubles.
" "I'll forward you.
" Dan replied.
Hold music began to play.
Before long another voice spoke.
"Hello?" Hrothgar asked.
"Good day Hrothgar.
I am Beowulf from Ecgetheow and Hygelac.
I am a lawyer of no small reputation.
I am calling to offer you my services.
" Beowulf replied.
"You are the best?" Hrothgar inquired.
Beowulf smiled and took a deep breath.
"Of course!" The justice-bringer exclaimed.
"I alone have written over thirteen articles for the State Bar Journal! I finished law school with a perfect 4.
0, and passed the Bar Exam with flying colors.
You might remember me from my best case, Weders vs Nicors, or my latest triumph that closed the Scyldings' case.
I can assure you that you won't find someone who can deal with your troubles better than I.
The peace-wrecker is mine!" G.
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Construction Co.
was coming.
It was poised to strike, to claim another group of innocent civilians.
It neared the town, rearing its ugly head.
But this trip was destined to be different.
Never before, nor ever after, was the man-tormentor met with such fierce resistance.
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approached the town, ready to tear another plot of homes from their very foundations.
But Beowulf was waiting.
As the beast's lustful greed-hardened claws reached in for the kill, Beowulf latched on tightly.
With a wail, the town-killer wrenched him into court.
It was a fierce battle.
Beowulf holding with an invariable will, and the monster tearing wildly.
But G.
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soon found that this was no ordinary keeper-of-law! Beowulf wrung the writhing worm mercilessly.
He pushed the beast through every loophole, slammed it into every clause, Beowulf was continually abrading the creature's hide against the law.
G.
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tried to free itself; seeking no gory victory this time.
The only thing it wanted was freedom.
But Beowulf would not be deprived of his rightful victory.
He pressed on with his task of grinding the infamous killer into the proverbial pavement.
With a desperate cry from the monster and the tearing of legal sinew, Beowulf wrested the contracts and deeds from G.
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The wounded nightmare staggered back to its vile pit, never to be heard of again.
Beowulf returned triumphant to Hrothgar.
He boldly declared that he had vanquished the abomination.
Surrendering the property titles back to the previous owners, Beowulf was extolled with praise.
The development was finally closed.
The battle was won.