Swamped

"...The Day We Saved A Baby," Shorty says.

"We?"

"Yeah, I'm in this story! This was back before I got sent here. I was... hang on, I've got to tell this right."

Oh hells, he's going to rhyme it, isn't he.

"A year into my second marriage,
It was my job to drive a carriage.
From Goll to Groft, from Groft to Gaile,
Wherever the place, I'd go without fail.

One bright day, I packed up my load,
And started down the Lacran road.
Three hours later, I heard a sound,
So I stopped, and to the back went round.

And then I stared on in disbelief,
For who did I see but Silver the thief.
He'd caught me in his clever trap,
And gave my back a hearty slap.

'Fear not, my tiny friend,
No harm to you do I intend.
My band here only wants your cargo,
Once it's ours, we'll let your car go.'

Now, back then I couldn't fight,
I had to just let might make right.
Silver's bandits grabbed their loot,
And I was sure I'd get the boot."

Shorty pauses.

"Hang on a second, I don't quite have the rhymes down for this next part. I mean, I know them, but I need to think about the order for a moment."

You're not sure if you should let him keep going. Although, you think you might remember something about what happens next; maybe you should just remind him to get this over with sooner.

What are you going to do?