Guy
>On Wednesday, July 11, 2001 10:37 PM, ian_hammond_cooper_at_...
>[SMTP:ian_hammond_cooper_at_...] wrote:
>>
>> Rumor has it that Greg was about to post the Secret of the
>> GodLearners to the list, when the gift carriers struck. ;-)
>>
>> Ian Cooper
>
>Nah, it's a trickster thing:
>
>There came a time when Eurmal had convinced everyone that he really did
>know
>all the answers, and that it wasn't all just his imagination at work. He
>sat in
>a cave with a bull's hide covering his head, and a big beard just like the
>Know-It-All God's and people came to him in search of wisdom.
>At first, he thought this was wonderful! They brought him food, and they
>brought him drink and they brought him other gifts (though no matter how
>many
>hints he dropped, they never brought him their pretty daughters and
>sisters),
>and all he had to do was make up stories for them. Eurmal became very
>popular
>and now everyone wanted to talk to him. So Eurmal persuaded Lhankhor Mhy
>to
>write down the questions and answers and he persuaded Issaries to carry
>these
>messages far and wide, so now people who were not near Eurmal could ask
>him
>questions and send him even more gifts in return (though no matter how
>many
>hints he dropped, they never brought any pretty girls).
>However, it all got out of hand. Eurmal found that there were too many
>questions, and *everyone* wanted answers straightaway. And what was worse,
>whenever he gave an answer, people would argue over it and they would get
>very
>upset if it wasn't exactly the same as the ones he had given before.
>Eurmal
>didn't even have time to eat his food and drink his drink and think about
>pretty girls any more.
>"If only," he said. "I had some way to stop answering all these
>questions!" And
>he realised this was the answer. He burned Lhankhor's scrolls and broke
>his
>writing stick so he couldn't write down any more messages. He stole
>Issaries'
>tongue and hid it in a deep hole so he couldn't carry any more messages.
>And
>finally he pulled down the entrance to his cave so that no-one could get
>in and
>talk to him.
>At first, this was fine. Eurmal sat in the dark and ate his food, and
>drank his
>drink and thought about pretty girls. But soon, the food ran out and he
>was
>hungry. And the drink ran out, and he was thirsty. And sitting on his own
>in
>the dark thinking about pretty girls was making him go blind.
>Eurmal tried to get out of the cave, but the entrance was full of rocks so
>he
>couldn't. He shouted and tried to get Issaries to carry a message for him,
>but
>he had hidden Issaries' tongue so the messenger couldn't talk to anyone.
>He
>tried to get Lhankhor to write down a message for him, but he had burned
>all
>the scrolls and broke his writing stick so the knowing god couldn't take
>the
>message.
>Eurmal was stuck on his own in the dark with no food and no drink and no
>pretty
>girls until someone came to rescue him. "No wonder they call me the
>Trickster,"
>he cried. "I even trick myself!"
>
>:)
>
>Regards,
>
>Bruce
>
>
>
>
"Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall down an open
manhole cover and die."
--Mel Brooks
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