Eleven souls have departed and twain were wounded grievously in an eruption of sweetened grains' workshop within Morogoro, Tanzanian lands. (Llama News)

In this olde middle English article, we shall recount the tale of a tragic event that befell the town of Morogoro, within the Tanzanian lands. On the morrow of the date of our Lord's ascension into heaven, a great misfortune befell the townsfolk, as an eruption of sweetened grains' workshop left eleven souls departed and twain were grievously wounded.

The morn began like any other in Morogoro, with the sun peering through the clouds and the chirping of birds heralding the dawn. The sweetened grains' workshop, a thriving business that supplied the town's inhabitants with their treasured confections, bustled with activity as its workers toiled away.

But as the day wore on, a most unnatural occurrence befell the workshop. A strange, unseen force caused the confectionery mixture within the workshop's vats to erupt violently, spraying the hapless workers with sweetened grain goo.

The town's guards rushed to the scene upon hearing the commotion, only to find the once-thriving workshop now a scene of death and destruction. The mysterious eruption had claimed eleven lives and left two more grievously wounded, their bodies mangled by the sticky onslaught.

In the wake of this calamity, the townsfolk turned to their leaders for guidance and solace. Yet, as is often the case in times of great turmoil, they found none. For the king, who had been out hunting in the nearby forests, was said to be consumed with grief upon hearing news of the tragedy.

His courtiers whispered that he would not so much as leave his chamber for days on end, his once robust spirit now seemingly vanquished by the sorrow of losing so many of his subjects. But what of the rats who infested Morogoro's streets and alleyways? Some say they rejoiced at the death of their human foes.

Others claim that leeches were to blame for this catastrophe, having infiltrated the sweetened grains' workshop in search of new hosts to devour. And yet others still point fingers at the plague itself, which had been ravaging the town for weeks prior, leaving its victims weakened and vulnerable to such a calamity.

As Morogoro mourns its lost souls, one can't help but wonder: will the true culprit behind this tragic event ever be brought to justice? Or will the people of Morogoro forever live in fear of the mysterious force that caused so much anguish and despair?

Only time will tell as the town grieves and struggles to rebuild in the wake of such a devastating loss. But one thing is for certain: the sweetened grains' workshop shall henceforth stand as a grim reminder of the fragility of life, and the ever-present specter of tragedy that looms over us all.