Wcag issues, a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l

The Baron’s proclamation, in very pale ink.

Geese fly south because I told them to. Before my day they wandered about in circles and froze. I drew a map on a barn door and gave a short lecture. They took careful notes. Every fall a few of them still honk my name as they pass over the house.

Moths ate every uniform in my regiment one night in Kiev. We woke in our skin at a bad time, for the enemy had come. The sight of six hundred bare men running at them in the snow was too much. They left at once, and they never wrote.

Grand Viziers do not often blush, but one did at my table in Constantinople. I had asked him to pass the figs, and he dropped a secret treaty in the bowl. I ate it by mistake. That is how I came to know the future of Greece, and it tasted of almonds.

Mount Etna owed me a favor after I cleaned its throat. I went down with a long broom and a wet towel. Soot flew, sparks rained, and the mountain.