An vagabond, exhausted and famished, came to a roadside inn with a sign reading: "George and the Dragon."
He knocked.
The Innkeeper's wife stuck her head out a window.
"Could ye spare some victuals?"
The woman glanced at his shabby, dirty clothes."No!" she shouted.
"Could I have a pint of ale?"
"No!" she shouted.
"Could I at least use your privvy?"
"No!" she shouted again.
The vagabond said, "Might I please...?"
"What now?" the woman screeched, not allowing him to finish.
"D'ye suppose," he asked, "that I might have a word with George?"
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7 comments:
Oh, that's totally fitting for any time period! Love it, thanks.
I love it!!
Very funny! What a pity he didn't ask to see and speak with a dragon...
LOL.
Ha!!!
I'm guessing I'm the only one who doesn't get it. :-/
Hi A.M.--it implies that he's been speaking with the Dragon up to that point :)
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