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Fooles: The Two Fools and the Escape from the Monastery.

Last Updated: 5 Jul 2002 1502

[Bottel] Sticks and stones...

First Published on: 12 September 1994
Edited and Republished on: Friday, 7 March 1997
Enter SL: Robin the Ruthless in Bottel
Enter SR: Robin the Ruthless in Babbel
 
[Bottel] Hail well met again!
[Babbel] And to thee as well! Tell me - be there any other Fooles around?
[Bottel] Well, there was this character called "The GRAND PUNTIFF" who did seem to think he be in charge of the humour around here, but I did take care of him!
[Babbel] You did not...
[Bottel] Yes I did!
[Babbel] Not that "Why do baby duckling walk softly - because they can not walk hardly" one?
[Bottel] Yea, my Wit hath reduced grown men to tears before today, I can tell thee!
[Babbel] So what shall we talk on Toady my lord?
[Bottel] Toady?
[Babbel] Er, (... be what it says!) ... I mean today, my Lord. (Printer's Devil!)
 
[Bottel] I hath told thee a little about my time in the Monasteries.
 

Well, there were one that was so strict, that truly it were like unto a prison. Because of the threat of attack by Vikings, the place were surrounded by a high wall, with stern guards and fierce dogs.

Three monks who did have enough of the chanting of "Morning!", were making plans to escape back to a normal life. I did think to join them, but I did fear the guards on the walls. In preparation, each of the three monks hath worked out his own method.

The first monk (a smart one), had studied up in the library on tactical manoeuvres. The second monk (also of some intelligence), did build up his strength by carrying beer barrels around in the store room. The third, dumb, monk did build up his stamina by running all the messages for the Monastery.

Finally, the planned break did come. In the dark of the night the three conspirators did climb the wall and did begin to run. Of course, the first monk did lag behind as the second smart monk pulled away and the third, dumb monk shot away. The guards on the wall, detecting a noise, did release the dogs and thus began the chase.

As the dogs did get closer, the first monk did think hard about what to do. Suddenly, he did dart up the nearest tree. When the dogs did surround the tree, barking, the escaped monk did let out, "Meow, Meow".

The guards did yell at the dogs, "It be just a cat, you mangy mutts, now get thee after those escapees!" And the dogs did resume their chase.

Now the dogs did get close to the second, weight-lifting monk. Being the smart fellow that he was, he did try to emulate the trick the first had pulled. He did climb a tree and as the dogs did surround the tree, the monk did begin to go, "Hoot, hoot".

"You idiot dogs! It be an owl! Get thee after those escapees!" And the dogs did resume the chase.

The third, stupid monk, had quite the head-start, but he was not fast enough. He did think about the first two monks and did figure, "what be good for them be good for me". So, he did scramble up the nearest tree and as the dogs did approach, did begin to go, "Moo, moo"

When the guards did approach, they did yell, "For the love of St Peter! It be just a cow you dumb dogs!" So the dogs did resume their chase.

 
[Babbel] So how did you escape?
[Bottel] Well that be another story, but it was not too hard, as you can see!
 
[Exeunt Omnes]

Ah! but then what would we know, we're only Fools!
Robin the Ruthless in Bottel -
Once Personal Fool to Her Majesty, Queen Jacyntha of Antir,
(now between Patrons)
Robin the Ruthless in Babbel -
Born-Again Fool, now travelling for the sake of his health.
"There is no public entertainment which does not inflict spiritual damage."
-- Tertullian (160-240)

[Bottel] Sticks and stones...

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