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<DIV><FONT size=2>Big Sigh.......OK. Well.....might as well get it over
with.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>One evening at Pennsic, Mistress Stasha and Master Richard
embarked on a quest for excitement, bringing the young, *innocent*, Armand along
with them. (Ssshhh, no laughing.) After inspecting a hoffla (sp?) or two, this
merry troupe continued through the expanse of Pennsic to stumble upon a party
that featured woad painting, of which Armand had never seen.The painting was
free and all were invited to have some lovely artwork applied to themselves. The
line was long, as many availed themselves of this opportunity. ALL parts of the
anatomy were allowed as canvas for this artwork. (Which, I might add, is not
necessarily a good thing). Many then wished to show off their new look
around the fire during a Middle Eastern dance session. Having not found the
refreshments extraordinarily noteworthy, Mistress Stasha and Master Richard
chose to resume their quest. Armand's feet were begging for rest, but
reluctantly took him along with his guides. After a short trek, it was decided
that the hour was growing late and we should return to our own encampment.
However, we were faced with quite a hike back and knew we would encounter
several hills along the way. While Armand was tired and ready for bed,
his burning feet would not allow the uphill trek home until they had first
been given some rest. They knew the woad painting party was near by and
that there he would see some.......chairs, and so took him there against his
better judgment. Eventually the feet were again happy and Armand quickly removed
himself from the debauchery that had been forced upon him. (Armand did manage to
escape without any woad painting applied to himself or being forced to dance
without a shirt.) While this tale screams for embellishment, I have presented it
without such. And that's no small feet. The moral of the story: Beware of tired
feet, you never know what trouble they may bring you.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>-=Armand=-</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2>Whose trouble may only be beginning.<FONT
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial><FONT size=2><FONT face=Arial>Please explain?</FONT>
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<P></FONT><FONT size=2>Fearghus</FONT></FONT> </P>
<P><FONT face=Arial size=2>Wes Duke
</FONT><BR><A href="mailto:Wduke@insurdata.com"><U><FONT color=#0000ff
face=Arial size=2>Wduke@insurdata.com</FONT></U></A>
<BR><FONT face=Arial size=2>817-255-3240</FONT> </P><BR>
<P><A name=_MailData><FONT face=Arial size=2>-----Original
Message-----</FONT></A> <BR><B><FONT face=Arial size=2>From:
Armand Dragonetti [<A
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<P><FONT color=#000000 face=Arial size=2>Woad painting? Woad painting?!?
Aahhh, yes, I seem to recall some</FONT> <BR><FONT color=#000000 face=Arial
size=2>interesting woad painting upon some interesting canvases found at a
camp</FONT> <BR><FONT color=#000000 face=Arial size=2>that my chaperone's led
me too. 8-></FONT> </P>
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<P><FONT color=#000000 face=Arial size=2>-=Dragonetti=-</FONT> </P><BR>
<P><FONT color=#000000 face=Arial size=2>> Hey Armand seen any woad
painting lately?</FONT> <BR><FONT color=#000000 face=Arial size=2>>
(smirk)</FONT> <BR><FONT color=#000000 face=Arial size=2>> Richard
Fairbourne</FONT> </P></UL></BLOCKQUOTE></BODY></HTML>