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Re: A story! A story!
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- Date: 6 Mar 95 09:27:00 -0500
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Michael Limner enlivens the group by the fire with a tale of a Great
Flamingo Hunt -
Oh yes, it so happened one afternoon that a most horrid sight was commented
A suit of armor had been placed on display in a camp across the road. A suit
that was most painfull to look at. It wasn't the fact the armor was formed
of plastic, you see. It was the colors: day glo yellow, international
orange, lurid green ... purple, it was enough to make a man swear off drink.
Worse yet, was the fact that the armor was of the style common to the late
15th century and each individual *plate* was a different color. Each
segement of a pauldron, or elbow, or polyen was a differnt shade of
flourescent plastic. To make matters worse, this... *thing* was flanked by
two plastic lawn flamingos.
<Rest of story clipped to save space>
To the fine and mirthful fellow Squire Michael Limner, from Ianthe,
Thank you for the tale of Flamingo's Folly. I prefer to wear my fowl,
rather than leave them skewered in the night, but that is a personal
quirk, inspired by admiration for their fair plumage and flapping
There is a tiny detail of your story that piques my criticism. This
concerns the disputation of wars. In Great Pompeii's camp there were
neither goldfish nor flamingos.
Whence came such things to bivouacs martial? Do now the great hosts
of the assembled kingdoms travel with fish-wardens and
flamingo-herders? It is no small wonder then, that color-blind
armorers can abide undetected in the throng until the blinding glare
of their product betrays them.
(Ale and thanks to you as well.)