Narrator: Now we see a bunch of peasants rolling around in crap.
"Bring out your dead!" "Bring out your dead!" "Bring out your dead!"
"Here's one," a man said as he brought out a body slung over his
shoulder.
"I'm not dead!" the dead man exclaimed.
"Here, he says he's not dead!" exclaimed the mortician in a hoarse voice.
"Yes he is," replied the customer.
"I'm not!" said the dead man in angst. The Dead man lifted his head to see
the mortician eying him suspiciously. He lifted his hand slightly and smack
the man who was carrying him in the head.
"You just want to get rid of me you freak!" exclaimed the dead man.
"He'll be dead soon, he's very ill," said the costumer while rubbing his
head.
"I'm getting better!" exclaimed the dead man.
"No your not, you'll be stone dead in a moment," the costumer said harshly.
"I can't take him, its against regulations," replied the mortician. He
stared hard at the dead man to see it in fact his eyes were playing tricks
on him. When he was convinced they weren't he turned back to his customer.
"When's your next round?" asked the customer.
"Thursday," the mortician said half heartedly. He looked at the customer.
The customer looked so desperate to him.
"Isn't there something you can do?" asked the customer warily "This dude is
getting heavy."
"I don't want to go in the cart!" the dead man screamed unhappily.
"Don't be such a baby!" exclaimed the now very frustrated customer. He
wiggled the dead man slightly to take some of the weight off of one of his
shoulders.
"I feel fine!" said the dead man trying to act happy and well.
"I really can't take him like this mate," said the mortician once again.
"Oh do us a favor!" pleaded the customer. His eyes were starting to water
under the weight of the "dead man". The mortician looked at him sadly.
"I think I'll go for a walk," the dead man said happily.
"You're not fooling anyone!" exclaimed the customer angrily.
"I can't do it," said the mortician sadly. He gazed into the face of the
customer. His eyes were burning red. "Maybe I can do something." He looked
around briefly and took his beater in the air.
"I feel happy...I feel happy...oof!" exclaimed the dead man as he was hit with
the morticians beater.
"Thank you!" the customer exclaimed happily.
"See you Thursday then!" the mortician said happily.
"Right," the customer answered.
Just then Arthur, Aragorn and Legolas rode by.
"Who's that then?" the mortician asked in a very curious tone.
"I don't know," the customer said as if he was in a trance.
He watched after Arthur with an admiring look.
"Must be a king," the mortician said while breaking the
silence.
"Why?" the customer asked.
"He hasn't got crap all over him," the mortician replied in a
rigid tone.
Legolas turned his head briefly and looked at the mortician and the
customer.
"Hi!" Legolas said happily. The mortician and the customer glared at him
with menacing eyes.
"I guess you don't want to talk then."
"Come on Leggy," said Aragorn with a smirk.
"Oh lay off," said Arthur. He had been irritated with them ever since he
knighted the second one. 'What was the second ones name again?' he thought
to himself. He looked menacingly at Aragorn.
"Anyways, a European swallow couldn't carry a coconut," said Aragorn who
was now avoiding the look of Arthur.
"Yes, but a turkey could carry it," said Legolas casually.
"True, but turkeys can't fly that far, and they aren't migratory," said
Aragorn.
"Oh yeah, well a dove could perhaps carry one, or maybe a pigeon," said
Legolas in deep thought.
Narrator: So Arthur rode far into the peasant lands. This section will be
seen in the next chapter.
"Bring out your dead!" "Bring out your dead!" "Bring out your dead!"
"Here's one," a man said as he brought out a body slung over his
shoulder.
"I'm not dead!" the dead man exclaimed.
"Here, he says he's not dead!" exclaimed the mortician in a hoarse voice.
"Yes he is," replied the customer.
"I'm not!" said the dead man in angst. The Dead man lifted his head to see
the mortician eying him suspiciously. He lifted his hand slightly and smack
the man who was carrying him in the head.
"You just want to get rid of me you freak!" exclaimed the dead man.
"He'll be dead soon, he's very ill," said the costumer while rubbing his
head.
"I'm getting better!" exclaimed the dead man.
"No your not, you'll be stone dead in a moment," the costumer said harshly.
"I can't take him, its against regulations," replied the mortician. He
stared hard at the dead man to see it in fact his eyes were playing tricks
on him. When he was convinced they weren't he turned back to his customer.
"When's your next round?" asked the customer.
"Thursday," the mortician said half heartedly. He looked at the customer.
The customer looked so desperate to him.
"Isn't there something you can do?" asked the customer warily "This dude is
getting heavy."
"I don't want to go in the cart!" the dead man screamed unhappily.
"Don't be such a baby!" exclaimed the now very frustrated customer. He
wiggled the dead man slightly to take some of the weight off of one of his
shoulders.
"I feel fine!" said the dead man trying to act happy and well.
"I really can't take him like this mate," said the mortician once again.
"Oh do us a favor!" pleaded the customer. His eyes were starting to water
under the weight of the "dead man". The mortician looked at him sadly.
"I think I'll go for a walk," the dead man said happily.
"You're not fooling anyone!" exclaimed the customer angrily.
"I can't do it," said the mortician sadly. He gazed into the face of the
customer. His eyes were burning red. "Maybe I can do something." He looked
around briefly and took his beater in the air.
"I feel happy...I feel happy...oof!" exclaimed the dead man as he was hit with
the morticians beater.
"Thank you!" the customer exclaimed happily.
"See you Thursday then!" the mortician said happily.
"Right," the customer answered.
Just then Arthur, Aragorn and Legolas rode by.
"Who's that then?" the mortician asked in a very curious tone.
"I don't know," the customer said as if he was in a trance.
He watched after Arthur with an admiring look.
"Must be a king," the mortician said while breaking the
silence.
"Why?" the customer asked.
"He hasn't got crap all over him," the mortician replied in a
rigid tone.
Legolas turned his head briefly and looked at the mortician and the
customer.
"Hi!" Legolas said happily. The mortician and the customer glared at him
with menacing eyes.
"I guess you don't want to talk then."
"Come on Leggy," said Aragorn with a smirk.
"Oh lay off," said Arthur. He had been irritated with them ever since he
knighted the second one. 'What was the second ones name again?' he thought
to himself. He looked menacingly at Aragorn.
"Anyways, a European swallow couldn't carry a coconut," said Aragorn who
was now avoiding the look of Arthur.
"Yes, but a turkey could carry it," said Legolas casually.
"True, but turkeys can't fly that far, and they aren't migratory," said
Aragorn.
"Oh yeah, well a dove could perhaps carry one, or maybe a pigeon," said
Legolas in deep thought.
Narrator: So Arthur rode far into the peasant lands. This section will be
seen in the next chapter.