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The Red Well-Read Reader

Story 91

Incensed

"You're a bit dense!" one knight said to another. This caused the latter to take

of•fense, actually he was in•censed. He bellowed out, "MY HONOR NEEDS

DEFENSE !"

As the fight was about to com•mence, the former got tense. He pled, "What I

said was utter non•sense, not making a lick of sense. Please, won't you excuse

my im•per•ti•nence?"

The latter answered, "Now that's showing good sense, but another slight to my

in•tell•i•gence will spell blood as your grave, grave con•se•quence.”

Story 92

The Comely Wench

One upon a time ago a young boy fell for a comely

French wench. Her dev•as•ta•ting beauty made him

blench. For days on end he dreamt of nothing but

having her in his clench, in the park on a bench. He

thought he'd never quench his thirst for this

beautiful wench.

Be that as it may, when he nearly had her in his clench, he fell

plumb backwards off the bench, repelled by cheapest, rankest

perfume stench.

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