infinite tea
20-07-2010, 10:43 PM
Dick Whippingcream dreamed of going to the big city where he had heard the roads were paved in Gold.
He saved up all his pennies and made the 2 weeks journey by foot.
By the time he arrived in the city he had bad foot rot and had run out of money. No worries he thought, I will just dig up a bit of Golden road during the night and then I will be rich.
That night he waited for the lights to go out and when it was pitch black he stumbled out into the street and started digging. He filled two sacks with road and went to sleep in an alleyway. The next morning he went to a little eaterie and ordered a breakfast fit for a Lord, he ate and ate until he was stuffed. When he finished the meal he asked for the bill and sidled up to the cash desk to pay.
"My friend" he smiled at the proprietor"Today I will pay you in Gold"
The propriator growled, he had heard this before.
"Don't worry my good man, hold out your hands"said Dick and he emptied his sacks.
That was when Dick realised that the streets in the big city were made out of gravel, litter and excrement and that you should always check before emptying your sacks into another mans hands.
At that moment the Bow Bells rang out....to Dick they seemed to be talking straight to him...they called out "Dong, Dong, Dong."
He saved up all his pennies and made the 2 weeks journey by foot.
By the time he arrived in the city he had bad foot rot and had run out of money. No worries he thought, I will just dig up a bit of Golden road during the night and then I will be rich.
That night he waited for the lights to go out and when it was pitch black he stumbled out into the street and started digging. He filled two sacks with road and went to sleep in an alleyway. The next morning he went to a little eaterie and ordered a breakfast fit for a Lord, he ate and ate until he was stuffed. When he finished the meal he asked for the bill and sidled up to the cash desk to pay.
"My friend" he smiled at the proprietor"Today I will pay you in Gold"
The propriator growled, he had heard this before.
"Don't worry my good man, hold out your hands"said Dick and he emptied his sacks.
That was when Dick realised that the streets in the big city were made out of gravel, litter and excrement and that you should always check before emptying your sacks into another mans hands.
At that moment the Bow Bells rang out....to Dick they seemed to be talking straight to him...they called out "Dong, Dong, Dong."