C&F Renaissance Fest and Ye Olde Dark Ages Jamboree

Impressive!

We apologise again for the fault in the
subtitles. Those responsible for sacking
the people who have just been sacked,
have been sacked.

Møøse Trained to Play the Ocarina by YUTTE HERMSGERVØRDENBRØTBØRDA
Special Møøse Effects OLAF PROT
Møøse Costumes SIGGI CHURCHILL

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Hast no moose bean caused to suffer grievous injurie in the makying of this thread?

But soft! What chiff through yonder window breaks!
It is the wind, and yon six-holed pipe is the whistle.
I knew ’twould be a bald conclusion.
But soft! who wafts us yonder?
Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child on a recorder;
A sound, but not in government.
Queen Mab is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep:
Her waggon-spokes made of granddaddy longlegs.

OK, it’s time to get tough.

Rennaissance comes from the French, re-naissance, i.e. rebirth.

Pronunciation: “re-n&-'sän(t)s, -'zän(t)s, -'säns, -'zäns, 're-n&-”, chiefly British ri-'nA-s&n(t)s
Function: noun
Usage: often attributive
Etymology: French, from Middle French, rebirth, from renaistre to be born again, from Latin renasci, from re- + nasci to be born – more at NATION
1 capitalized a : the transitional movement in Europe between medieval and modern times beginning in the 14th century in Italy, lasting into the 17th century, and marked by a humanistic revival of classical influence expressed in a flowering of the arts and literature and by the beginnings of modern science b : the period of the Renaissance c : the neoclassic style of architecture prevailing during the Renaissance
2 often capitalized : a movement or period of vigorous artistic and intellectual activity
3 : REBIRTH, REVIVAL

OK?



children… :roll:

Are these ye Royal McDonald’s Knnnnnnnniggets spoken of in ye tome of the ancients?

Thou obviously speakest in jest, for the fat-laden batter-encrusted circular remains of what was once a barnyard fowl are known as:

Knnnnnnnnuggets

Mmmm… Knnnnnnnnnnnnnnuggets!

I thought Knnnnnnnniggets! were a child sized portion of Knnnnnnnnuggets! Oh silly me.

Welp… I’m finally making my first attempt at assembling ye paper ocarina. I shall let thee know how it turneth out.

Mayhap twas meant only that thou shouldst not feed them unto the others?

Our Faire begineth in Mary’s Land week next. T’is brought ta minde a tale told to sooth the constibles of faire propiety and their concerns about a white whistle of a strange substance.



Dragon’s Tooth Whistle

“Missy, Yer’ wonderin’ what me pipes made of? Hmm…”
(examines the whistle, scratchs head, siddles up closer the mark, er I mean the patron, like the patron’s being let in on a mystery).

"Might be dragon’s tooth … might not. Ya’ sees …
(Glance right and left)
Da’ wee leprechan dat give me dis,
(hold up the whistle with the left hand)
wouldn’t tell me lest I giv’em a piece o’ gold for ‘is pot.
(with right hand, rubs thumb back and forth across index and middle fingers).
Course bein’ da simple piper, dat I am,
I hadn’t a farthing to offer…
(starts to turn away, but stops and turns back saying)
"Hmm…
“Ya know, lassy, if YOU had a piece-o-gold or two to offer,
I’d 'appily hold it 'till the wee fella comes ‘round, an’ ask 'im agin.”(really big smile…)

(On being offered money by the patron, silver or paper,
holds both hands up, palms facing the patron in a warding gesture,
shakes head no and says)


"Sorry mum, gots to be gold,
offerin’ the wee fella dat silver or paper money for ‘is pot,
would just insult his inheritance.
I’ve eenuff bad luck as ‘tis,
without havin’ no leprechaun flayling
about cursin’ every t’ing in sight.

(Backs away, shakes head impathicly)
Nope, nope, nope.
(Points to self)Insulted one o-dem fella’s once…
when I was da Chief of me clan,
ne’er agin, nope ne’er agin,
"You’ve eye to see me state anow
A downward fall from dis station in life,
(right hand points to ground between the feet)
I could end up bein’ a cow or sow or worse,
da King of England…
(Turns away promptly and begins whistling a new tune…)

Twood be well worth da gold did I possess it, just to see what next yer’d say.

Here’s a link via the Internet Archive, with the complete thing:

Quite the productive year you’ve had…

Heh heh… I really ought to apologize for this thread, sometime.