A Christmas Fable

[Master Waddie (imported)]

A Christmas Fable~

Many, many years ago in the far away kingdom of 'Tar' lived a wonderful and wise King. His only strife in life was the constant warring that he had to put up with from a rival King who lived not far away in the Kingdom of 'Orey'.

They were constantly at war waging sneak attacks on each other until most of the wealth of both Kingdoms was depleted due to having to support such large armies.

To make matters worse, a huge flock of birds invaded each Kingdom spreading weed seeds over all the land. Being agrarian communities, they depended on their crops to sustain their life styles and to feed themselves.

Due to the large crop of weeds the two Kings could barely feed their people, let alone large armies to wage war on each other. Things got worse. The weeds began to choke out all the crops until the people of both Kingdoms were beginning to starve.

The King of 'Tar' sent his ambassadors to the court of the King of 'Orey' suggesting the two Monarchs unite against this common enemy. (i.e. The weeds and the birds that spread them.)

An agreement was reached and the two Kings began to work together to rid the Kingdoms of these plagues. They worked hard and over a period of ten years they had successfully rid the two Kingdoms of the weeds and the birds.

There was much rejoicing through out both Kingdoms but there was no further talk nor need to make war as the two Kings had become fast friends.

And to this day, they are remembered as, The Weed Free Kings of Orey and Tar. :p

Master Waddie

[Andrew (imported)]

Loved it! May I have your permission to re-print this in alt.callahans, giving credit to your name? Or would you rather your name be left off?

[Farrell_Squire (imported)]

Great little fable!

I also want to ask permission to post it (giving credit of course), but I haven't figured out where I want to post it. The fun part will be telling people on a mundane list that I got it off the Eunuch Archive.

They'll say "The where?"

This could be fun!

Farrell

[Master Waddie (imported)]

Andrew~

Permission granted, to all, either way! It's just a fun toss off. Glad you enjoyed it.

Do you ever make it to 'Pistons'? Think I may have met you at a Bears function.

Maybe another Andrew that wears kilts?

E-mail me, por favor,

[email protected].

Best of the season to you,

Master Waddie

[Andrew (imported)]

Andrew~

Do you ever make it to 'Pistons'? Think I may have met you at a Bears function.

Nope, I have no idea what you mean by Pistons or Bears. I do wear the kilt at Scottish events, though.

[richard31uk (imported)]

Well that is one of the most original christmas fables i have ever read and with out adoubt the funniest

Merry Christmas to one and all and may the New Year bring you all much deserved happiness

[Andrew (imported)]

Well, I ran that punful story through Callahans, and it was greeted with the appropiate groans and comments. I had a ton of peanuts thrown at me (the traditional response to a real stinker). One lady left the bar, made a slushball, came back in, and dunped it down the back of my t-shirt.

If you or anybody else has an ORIGINAL story ending in a punny punchline, I'll be glad to run it through Callahans, giving you full credit.

[Master Waddie (imported)]

Andrew~

Thanks for the feed back. I withdraw gracefully. You're on your

own there. HA! Slush ball and all.....it was a bit of a stinker; however,

if truth be known they all were jealous they didn't think of it first. I still think

it "awfully" funny! But then again my heart marchs to the beat of a different drummer.

Best of the season to you and yours,

Master Waddie

P.S. There is one more but it's a real dog!

[Andrew (imported)]

P.S. There is one more but it's a real dog!

Great! Post it, and I'll pass it on the the patrons of Callahans.

Bow wow!

[Master Waddie (imported)]

Andrew~

Remember, you asked for it!

Many years ago when Roy Rogers and Dale Evans first moved to Apple Valley there wasn't much there except the occasional ranches. There were still wild critters roaming the high desert. Bob Cats, Mountain Lions and such. To say nothing of wolves and coyotes.

Roy had done well in pictures and so had Dale. They now had enough money to buy some of the little extras they never could afford before. Roy was raised in cowboy boots. Never owned a pair of shoes all his life. So, naturally one of the things he most wanted was to own a nice pair of shoes.

He bought the most expensive pair of Brogans he could find and spent hours polishing and cleaning them he was so proud. One evening after he had worked really hard polishing his new shoes he sat them in the window for the warm evening air to dry his polish job.

When he returned to get them they were no longer there but he could see footprints of a giant cooger, mountain lion, that had made off with his new Brogans. He was furious and immediately formed a posse to hunt down the mountain lion and kill it.

Several days later, he rode back to the ranch with his men, with a large mountain lion dead across the saddle of one of the horses.

Dale took one look and asked, "Pardon me Roy, is that the cat that chewed your new shoes?" (To the tune of Chattanooga Choo-Choo!)

(I warned you it was a dog! Ha!) (Don't credit it to me! Ha!)

Master Waddie