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June 2003 | |||||||||||||||||||
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Photo by Wendy Rademacher | |||||||||||||||||||
This photo stems from my European adventure I took back in March. This is me posing with a friendly Czech Knight. He was not alll that willing to pose with me at first because, well to be honest I think he was a bit put off by stunning good looks and suave hairdo. I finally won him over because he admired my courage in wearing black shoes with brown socks. He told me it took a special person to wear something like that, and then he sniggered a hearty guffaw that I imagine only a European knight could get away with and invited me over. I wonder what he meant by that... Oh well... Anyways, as a special treat this month I've included a: | |||||||||||||||||||
Bonus Wacky Old High School English Assignment that I Ran Across Awhile Ago Buried in the Back of My Closet |
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Remeber studiing the Cantabury Tales? I studied them my senior year of High School and one of our assignements was to write our own. I stumbles across it recently cleaning and though my fans might enjoy reading an earliy work of mine... plus it fits well with the pict. Enjoy! | |||||||||||||||||||
The Ox’s Tale Prologue For most of my life I’ve been an adventurous guy, I do crazy stuff, I don’t know why, Coupled with the fact that as a klutz I’m number one Makes being around me a lot of fun. When I was younger I was accident prone, It all started when I got my lip sown. There were many a different burn, scar, and injury Such as bumping my head, breaking my arm and breaking my knee. In between injuries I kept very busy, By doing enough activities to make most people dizzy So far my life’s pretty good, in fact it’s going quite well But right now I’ve got a story to tell. Tale There was once a squire who was not very old He was a smart lad with a heart made of gold He was unselfish and giving and wanted nothing Well, that’s except for to meet his king. He thought about how he could accomplish this feat, Then he had an idea that was pretty neat. He thought he could pose as a knight with a sword He could get a horse form his father and armor from his lord. The plan worked would work great and he would have a ball- This delusion was shattered when he got to the castle wall. The young squire could see the king in side But out jumped some guards and he had no where to hide, The guards asked him why he was dressed as a knight. But he didn’t answer he just stood there affright. The guards questioned again why he was here. This time the squire overcame his fear. He told them the story from start to end. Then the guard called out and the gate opened. The guard said to tell the story to the court and the king, At this point the squire wished he never did such a thing. After hearing the story the court filled with laughter, And everyone lived happily ever after. The End |
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