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Thee Cross Scrolls
Two members of a special unit of the Congregation for thee Doctrine of thee Faithe, Diana Cranium and Lynx Mildewer, are investigating mysterious violations of the clergy´s cattle.While constantly bickering about the veracity of each other´s theories of what might have happened (anti-lactic foulplay?, things that bump cows in the night?, speculations about a price hike at thee milk and cheese fair?), they stumble on a raving antisemite with a drinking problem, while investigating a mesmerizing circleshaped hole in a frightened farmer´s crop field.
"Lynx! Come look at this drunkard. Surely, he mayest know something about those poor bovines?"
"What doth thee think you're looking at, sweet bosoms?"
"I doubt this poor sod can help us solve our puzzle, Diana. Do you still doubt my idea, that visitors from another continent are responsible?"
"Oh Mildewer! After disproving your hypothesis that the earth circles around the sun, why would I ever doubt you again?!"
"Hey, you two! I know who did it! It was the j-"
"Well, Cranium, I still believe my source could have given us irrefutable proof if stake burning man hadn´t intervened!"
"Gosh, Mildewer, you are so cute, when you go of on a heretic bout!"
"Aren´t you two jesters listening to me? It´s a cover up. I tell thee it was the-"
Exit drunkard, as he gets pulled into the Heavens by an outlandishly and sizzling light.
"Mildewer, did you see that?!"
Lynx averting his gaze from Diana´s comely nape: "No. I was diverted by a bee I saw crawling up and down your collar. Come, I heard about an uncanny sighting of something called vis electrica by a fellow called Gilbert, lets go hence and question him."
Enter flautist: "doo-doo doo-doo doo-dooooo…" |
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