#Cunning linguist joke skin#
Save one man:įor by great good fortune, a man from far Hanover, a sausage-butcher by trade, happened upon the scene, and being of a curious turn of mind, he hewed off a chunk of the creature's flesh and fed it into his meat-mincer, stuffing the ground meat into a skin after the fashion of his profession and the resulting viands proved to be delectable, with excellent keeping qualities, and was much sought after and thereby the inconvenient and potentially noisome carcass was disposed of and the sausage-maker's fortune assured at one and the same time. No carters could bear it away nor teams of draught horses or kine haul it, and none knew what could be done. Suffice it to say that the mighty knight, puissant at arms and borne up by the holiness of his faith, triumphed over the monster, and the beast was slain, and its carcass lay in the river for many days, befouling the water and threatening to raise a stench to affront Heaven itself once it began to rot. Of the tale of this battle no tongue can adequately sing. Then, bearing a silver-inlaid horn of the wild Russian ox, the saint went forth to challenge the beast to mortal combat. And in response to the entreaties of the poor and oppressed of the Thames folk, Saint Honorius took up his sword and his armour and set out to duel the monster.įollowing the cunning stratagem adopted in the affair of the Lambton Worm, Saint Honorius had many sharp spikes welded to his armour, so that if the Thames wyrm tried to crush him in its dread coils, it would lacerate itself to death. In the days of old the River Thames was once plagued with a giant wyrm.įortunately, one was found in the person of Saint Honorius, a man with the noblest of deeds to his credit and the humblest mien ever to be found in a man at arms. The firing squad commander cleared his throat, and in a loud clear voice shouted, He was not so bright, but the two demonstrations earlier had an easy template to follow. The third man kneels on the ground with his hands behind his head.
Nothing they can do now, they move on to the last man. By the time they realised there was no hurricane, the second man was gone. The firing squad panicked and scrambled for cover. The second man then exclaims, “HURRICANE!” He saw what the first man did, and therefore, saw his ticket to freedom. The second man kneels on the ground with his hands behind his head. Nothing they can do now, they move on to the second man. By the time they realised there was no earthquake, the first man was gone. The first man then screams, “EARTHQUAKE!” The execution begins: the first man kneels on the ground with his hands behind his head.
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