Saturday, February 28, 2009

A Fool and his Money


The Morris dancer scowled. His black face was painted in traditional fashion to prevent the people he begged from guessing his identity. Dancing was one thing, after all, and begging was generally rewarded with a free dinner in prison. He banged Jasfoup on the head with an inflated bladder. “Tuppence?” he said. “This isn’t 1930.”

“Indeed not.” Jasfoup fished out a couple of pound coins from his purse. “I saw you dancing the ‘Queen of Fulsome’s Jig’,” he said, “but from what tradition were the handkerchief movements?”

“From the village of make-it-up-as-you-go-along,” said the dancer. Thanks for the beer token.

4 comments:

aims said...

Living here in Canada I never knew what Morris dancer's were except to hear about them from Red Dwarf. I just learned from Terry Pratchett.

Leatherdykeuk said...

*laughs*
The *Other* Morris Dance, eh?

I use to teach a couple of styles.

stephanie said...

There must be something to be said for honesty. I'd think that worth a pound. Or perhaps half.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Perhaps!