Date: April 01, 1239
My son, young Tybalt, tied my brother Ulric’s beard to the back of our donkey, as he slumbered.
After slapping our fine donkey on his supple arse, Ulric suffered a dragging here and yonder, all along the outreaches of our pasture, as Tybalt cried “Joyful April Idiots Day!”…
…We each laughed until we weeped…Except for Ulric…
Tybalt has moved into our guest cave, yonder up the mountain, as Ulric now wishes to slay him.
I wish this fine melody may tame the rage in Ulric’s belly!
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