May 26, 2005
meny yers ago in teh old cuontery
so ther was this graet and fersome clowan in a cave in teh wods. an he et the viligars form time to time. one day he adbuctad a fare made form a givan vilage an some a the rude swains of teh localety setald on a plan to get er back! but whan tehy hoave in view he grabd teh frist one an the othars ran. which was just as well cause hed alredy et teh chick anyhow. not bein hugry he wrang the kids neck an stuck him in a tree for breakfast an setlad down for a good nights sleep.
the next moraning he went out an a bear had eatan half the body! but he was of a phiasophecal dispositoni so he just shrugd an said 'oh well half an oaf is betar then none'.
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Anyway, I doubt it was a clown. It sounds more like a dragon or a black-backed shrike or something.
actuly teh frist mas comunicaten davice was the trebuchet. youd write ur mesage on a sevard head an bung it into teh othar guys city.