The Miller was a chap of sixteen stone, a great stout fellow big in brawn and bone. He was broad, knotty and short-shouldered and was a boastful fellow. He could heave any door off hinge and post or take a run and break it with his head. His beard was as red as any sow or fox. The Miller has a wart on his nose which stood there a tuft of hair. His ears were as red as bristles, his nostrils were black and his mouth was like a furnace door. At his side, he wore a sword and a buckler. He likes to wear a blue hood and white coat. He loves to play his bagpipes throughout the town.
-Jessica Mozingo & Zakiya Smith