Jenkins Gets the Joke

“Knock knock.”  Old Man McClure said from behind his drink.

The joke portion of the dinner had begun.  Jenkins was displeased.

“Who’s there, sir?” Jenkins asked.  When Old Man McClure had had two or more drinks, the knock knock jokes began to make less sense.

“A livid duck.”

Jenkins had not heard this one before.  Perhaps his boss had learned a new one.

“A livid duck who?” Jenkins followed format.

“A livid duck who can’t open a door.”  Old Man McClure erupted in laughter.

“We have to finish these contracts before market open, sir.” Jenkins tried to refocus the night.

 

Marshall’s Change of Course

“Alrighty, change of plans, kiddos.  We’re playing inside!” Marshall informed his now quite disappointed children.

“Dad! Come on!” The two siblings pleaded in creepy unison.

“Now, now. It’ll be fun.  We can play board games, color, not be eaten by giant menacing birds, and eat junk food!” Marshall said.

“What was that third thing?” Louisa, the oldest asked.

“Coloring books!” Marshall replied, knowing full well he had slipped.

“I don’t think that was i-” Louisa began.

“No, no. It was. Really. Let’s just get away from the door, okay?” Marshall shooed the children away, keeping one eye on the bird.

The Castle of Doefferlien

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“Interesting tidbit about the Castle of Doefferlien.  Built in 6th century, it housed the royal Doeffer family.  Little is known of  the empire as it was only in existence for 70 years when neighboring clans united under a single ruler and ultimately ate the royal family,” Sherry’s voice trailed off.  She had tried so hard to avoid the cannibalism that ended the empire.

She watched the tourists  squirm as she tried to recover the tour. “It is also asymmetrical.  Experts guess the architect was ‘messing with’ the royals. He was eaten by invaders as well.”

Dang it, Sherry, she cursed quietly.