Re: Mock Pork

From: Osentalka <Osentalka_at_yG-DEOveffLKYIzoABTFVl8IDPnGq5KCAPmcVVOLDrzDXyREbhxWGxQDVTWBqdIMGP>
Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2010 09:49:57 +0200


Good one!

Is this story told by Pavics making fun of Sartarites? or by whom?

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From: "Keith" <keith.nellist_at_ri0axDKiYT7I1x8k26R1nxsSlOHnHp1gCfZwj6vHXYekcfbAyITRE1eQLAALXbryv4ZW0GmZzvetl65JIoFj.yahoo.invalid> To: <WorldofGlorantha_at_yahoogroups.com> Sent: Monday, June 07, 2010 8:13 AM
Subject: Mock Pork

The Bacon Tree

Two Saratites are stuck in the desert after crossing into the Prax, wandering aimlessly and starving. They are about to just lie down and wait for death, when all of a sudden Garang says..........

"Hey Arnkor, do you smell what I smell. it's bacon, I think."

"Is, Garang, it sure smells like bacon. "

With renewed hope they struggle up the next sand dune, & there, in the distance, is a tree loaded with bacon.

There's raw bacon, there's fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon . Every imaginable kind of cured pork.

"Arnkor, Arnkor, we're saved. it's a bacon tree."

"Garang, maybe it's a mirage? We're in the desert don't forget."

"Arnkor, since when did you ever hear of a mirage that smell like
bacon...it's no mirage, it's a bacon tree."

And with that, Garang staggers towards the tree. He gets to within 5 metres, Arnkor crawling close behind, when suddenly a Morocanth leaps up from hiding, slashing at Garang with its deadly claws, and Garang drops like a wet sock. Mortally wounded, he warns Arnkor with his dying breath,

"Arnkor... Go back man, you was right, it's not a bacon tree!"

"Garang, Garang my kinsman... What it's it? "

"Arnkor.. It's not a bacon tree. It's

It's

It's

It's a ham bush...."            

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