Gary:
Charlie made our costumes for the faire. That blue pouch that I wear
with my current costume (2002) is my original pouch. I've never had any
other.
So we get to faire and that's when things start to go wrong. We find out
that Bill and Larry are not, um, "in good standing", shall we say, with
the faire. There's no way that the faire will let us start a group, and
Bill and Larry are not allowed to work faire. So, we get thrown into St.
Helen's, the peasant's guild. I remember Chris Zeda, the costume
approver. Her nickname, with good reason, was Darth Zeda. I don't see it
in any of the pictures, but I had a wide-brimmed hat like the others.
Jerry bought me a
huge feather, thinking I'd hate it. I loved
it. I used to annoy people all day with it (imagine that!).
Being apprentices, we didn't say much for the first few weeks, except
"Aye" and "Nay". Finally, though, someone, I think it was Jerry, came up
with something. Those days they handed out colored favors to customers
at the gate. Black for nobles, green for peasants, yellow for jesters.
We decided that the jesters should entertain us. So, we decided to stop
jesters and demand a song, dance or jest from them. If they couldn't
think of a jest, we would supply them with one under the condition that
they must use this jest if anyone else asks them for one. The one we
gave went like this:
- Us: Hast thou ever had Dragon Milk?
- Them: No
- Us: Dost thou know where Dragon Milk comes from
- Them: No
- Us: It comes from cows with very short legs
Say it out loud and you'll get it.