Lab specimen · redirect_links · Near miss
Redirect links, near miss
I send every guest by way of the hedge my coach once went over, purely for the exercise.
Specimen notes: Redirect links, near miss
- Expected
- This page links straight to the final URL.
- Issue
redirect_links- Status
- 200
- Canonical
- this page
Baking was my father's one true gift. He once made a loaf so light that it got away. It rose over the barn and drifted toward Hamelin. We chased it on horseback for a week with butter knives. A passing crow got the crust, and we got the blame.
Sheep's clothing fools no one in my county. A wolf came to my gate wearing a full fleece, and I asked him to shear it for the poor. He blushed. He sewed mittens for forty orphans, and he now works as a shepherd in a village near Vilnius.
Lightning struck my left boot outside Prague. I felt only a tickle. For a week after that, I could light candles with my toe and start a stove by stamping. The local priest made me stand in the church aisle at Advent, and we saved a fortune on wax.
His Majesty the Sultan bet me his beard that no man could count the sand in his garden. I asked for a spoon and one afternoon. At sundown I gave him a number so long it took two clerks to say it. He checked none of it, shaved at once, and wept.
Clocks in my castle ran so fast that we ate dinner before breakfast. I.