We get ALL kinds of funny stories that revolve around one of our most popular songs, "
Do Virgins Taste Better Medley." Recently, I heard this one from
MagdaleneA story from faire a few years ago.
I'm being a little raggedy peasant wench. On the road, I see a three-year-old boy in a dragon costume. Too cute. And I decide right then and there to go for it.
I threw myself on the ground, screaming, "Oh no! It's a horrible fearsome dragon!"
Kid immediately gets into it--raises his hands over his head, forming claws, and stomps towards me growling all scary-like. I am, of course, absolutely terrified and am begging for help.
When he gets close (and by this time, we've got quite a crowd around us), I say, "Oh, please don't eat me Mr. Dragon! I'm just a poor lowly wench, I wouldn't taste good at all!"
Dragon-Kid stops dead in his tracks. Looks confused. Then announced, "Dragons don't eat girls, we eat pizza!"
Poor kid was sooo confused when all around him started laughing. I somehow kept a straight face long enough to thank him for sparing me. Soon as me and my friends turned the corner, we just about wet our pants laughing.
So what's the lesson to be learned here? Got me? Maybe it's give the kid a copy of
A Faire To Remember in a decade or so, and see if he still agrees.
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