George and Dragon

thor · 13-12-2010, 06:52

An 18th-century vagabond in England, exhausted and famished,
came to a roadside inn with a sign reading,
“George and the Dragon.” He knocked.

The innkeeper’s wife stuck her head out a window.
“Could ye spare some victuals?” he asked.

The woman glanced at his shabby, dirty clothes.
“No!” she shouted.

“Could I have a pint of ale?”

“No!” she shouted.

“Could I at least sleep in your stable?”

“No!” she shouted again.

The vagabond said, “Might I please…”

“What now?” the woman screeched, not allowing him to finish.

“D’ye suppose,” he asked, “that I might have a word with George?”

13-12-2010, 06:52	#1
thor Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Warrington,Cheshire. Posts: 268	George and Dragon An 18th-century vagabond in England, exhausted and famished, came to a roadside inn with a sign reading, “George and the Dragon.” He knocked. The innkeeper’s wife stuck her head out a window. “Could ye spare some victuals?” he asked. The woman glanced at his shabby, dirty clothes. “No!” she shouted. “Could I have a pint of ale?” “No!” she shouted. “Could I at least sleep in your stable?” “No!” she shouted again. The vagabond said, “Might I please…” “What now?” the woman screeched, not allowing him to finish. “D’ye suppose,” he asked, “that I might have a word with George?”