[ CW ] Write a short story without using the words `` the '' or `` and '' .

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived a bear. Now this bear had a magic hat, that contained delicious sandwiches whenever its owner desired them. 
 One day, as Beorn ( a noble name for any bear, especially one with a magic hat ) was trundling along his favourite woodland walk, he came across a poor tinker selling his wares. 
 `` Why hello there, Beorn'' Harry, local Tinker/general travelling tradesman, smiled at Beorn ( for a bear with a magic hat becomes somewhat famous quite easily ). 
 `` Hello, Tinker'' Beorn replied pleasantly. `` Would you like a sandwich?'' Reaching up into his hat with a great paw, Beorn pulled out a sandwich for Harry. Harry's eyes lit up, for he had not eaten for a long time. 
 `` Why thank you, Beorn. That is most kind.'' Munching down onto his sandwich ( egg and cress ), Harry was reminded of his Code, that nothing was taken without recompense. Wiping crumbs from his beard, Harry grabbed his finest frying pan. 
 `` Beorn, for your kindness, I give to you a frying pan.'' 
 `` Oh! Why thank you, Tinker.'' Beorn smiled. `` I shall store it in my hat.'' His eyes glinted. `` I shall have to make room.'' He whipped off his hat and upended it into one of Harry's pans, causing many sandwiches to fall in. Placing Harry's gift into his hat, Beorn went on his way, heading for home. 
 
 Further down his homeward path, Beorn found himself abruptly stopped by a cold poke in the nose. Looking down his snout, he saw a small rabbit wearing a dashing hat, who was poking Beorn's nose with a sword. 
 `` Hello there'' Beorn attempted to smile. 
 `` Do n't hello me,'' snarled his attacker. `` Your money or your life.'' 
 `` I do n't have money. I do have some nice sandwiches though. Would you like one?'' Beorn reached up into his hat as his attacker jeered. `` A sandwich? Hah! I'll skin you; your pelt will give me coin.'' 
 `` Oh dear. Then what about a frying pan?'' With that, Beorn swung Harry's gift from under his hat, smashing his attacker on the head. 
 
 Reaching home, Beorn opened his front door, calling a pleasant greeting to his wife. 
 `` Hello dear'' his wife, Beatrice, came up to Beorn to hug her husband. `` What's for dinner?'' She had sent him out to find some food, for even magic sandwiches become trying after a while. 
 Smiling, Beorn reached up under his hat, pulling out Harry's gift. `` I thought I'd fry some vegetables with this lovely frying pan that I got from Harry''. 
 `` Did you get any meat?'' His wife eyed Beorn suspiciously. He had tried to disguise sandwich meat before in a similar manner. Beorn laughed, reaching up into his hat to pull out their dinner. `` Why, Rabbit steaks, dear''.
