It’s a pity she wasn’t there so that we could have heard what she had to say as well. Manshark also got the chance to contribute her two cents I see :p
Sophist
on
April 2, 2007
This didn’t get published…
A Fairy Tale: from the Brothers Gratien
Once upon a time, in a Land Far Away, it was decided to confer an award for the best, most creative, basket weaver in the business of basket weaving.
Entries poured in from far and wide with people sending in baskets of various sizes, textures and functionality. Those basket weaving aficionados who confer the award for the best, most creative basket, in the Land Far Away, were suddenly in a conundrum. ‘Who’ they thought, ‘can select the best most beautiful basket among all the baskets woven for the competition?’ They scoured the Land Far Away looking under every nook and cranny for those who would select the undisputed King or Queen of Basket Weavers. When their search yielded naught, they harkened to their criteria.
‘We must do this’ said the Chief Basket Weaving Judge Selector. ‘We must choose an Academic on Basket Weaving who is well versed in the theory of Basket Weaving. We must choose someone who has woven a basket before, and we must also choose someone who likes carrying baskets – perhaps to go grocery shopping.’ And thus it was decreed, and the minions of the Chief Basket Weaving Judge Selector ran hither and thither, helter skelter, far and wide, above and below, to and fro, in search of the elusive members of the Triumvirate of Basket Weaving Judges. Eventually, after much excavation the Exalted Ones were unearthed.
The Academic Basket Weaver, Misericordia FenderBender, was chosen for her consummate theoretical expertise in the Art of Basket Weaving gleaned in a land even further away where Basket Weavers par excellence have been produced. She was, in the Land Far Away – not further away – well known for her discourse on the Art of Basket Weaving and her treatises in the art form were well respected, especially as she came from the land of Darcy…and O’Driscoll. Merely being in the same land as those Basket Weaving demi-gods would naturally embolden the prowess of others in the academia of Basket Weaving.
The second, the Basket Weaver himself, Feel Butdontpull, was a multi faceted giant among Basket Weavers. Not only had he woven a basket himself at one time, he was also a qualified, professional Toy Soldier Assembler. It was apparent to the Chief Basket Weaving Judge Selector, that this experience of toy soldier assembling was an invaluable asset in judging the Art of Basket Weaving. After all, he had once woven a basket himself. And other Basket Weaving Judges had liked his basket. It is said that his basket adorns basketshelves and has the peculiar quality of self replenishment. A magical basket. That he wove himself.
The third judge, the Interested Carrier of Baskets, was known to Chief Basket Weaving Judge Selector. He knew acutely how interested Pre Antiphilander was, in Carrying Baskets. In fact she even held a degree from the University of Less Fur, where apparently she carried many baskets. Less Fur is oft, inaccurately, described as the sphincter of the Midlands. But she was interested, and her long hiatus from all things Basket related served as an ideal tool of detachment.
The Triumvirate deliberated long. And they debated hard. Long and hard. With steel will and iron determination, coupled with a refined appreciation of contemporary Basket Weaving, they made their decision. Of the five baskets they had to choose from, they did not choose five, they did not choose four, they did not choose three, but instead they chose a mere two baskets to be awarded the Prize for the Most Creative Basket of the Year. One Basket Weaver was restrainedly overjoyed at this ultimate acceptance of his Basket Weaving talent, which for years had been maliciously shunned as unfortunate drivel. He had the last laugh now. The enchanting sibling of the other winning Basket Weaver wooed the crowd with her sultry beauty, explaining why her Basket Weaving sister was unable to grace the occasion. The winning baskets were no more alike than a Billy Goat is to Goldilocks, yet the diversity of their individual weaving made them the chosen ones. And so…another year’s Basket Weaving Awards came to pass.
The Judges looked weary from their laborious decision making process to make the award for only two baskets, as opposed to the five shortlisted baskets. Their courage must be applauded by the Basket Loving Public. It will not be long before everyone in the Land Far Away buys these baskets. The Basket Loving Public will make their merry, tolerant, polite way only occasionally stooping to pick up the groceries that fall through the artistic gaps in their chosen baskets, and only occasionally fumbling with their baskets to find its opening so that they may put in their groceries as a precursor to picking them up. Should ever their baskets break, another will be ready for them on the nearest basket shelf. And without a care in the world, the Land Far Away, went back to their Basket Weaving, Carrying and Interestedness.
HAHAHA..this is hilarious!! THANK YOU for the comment!!! *manshark wishes she’d thought up something this good to post than a one liner*
Amelie
on
April 5, 2007
Sophist’s fairy tale is awesome! Wow, man, you should be basket-weaving… Oops, I mean writing and publishing. BTW, why “misericordia?” that’s hilarious, but I was wondering what the inspiration was…. ha ha ha was it just coz it rhymes with the “academic basket weaver’s” first name? LOL
yeheli
on
April 5, 2007
What a fancy fable!! Did I notice a hint of the sour? Good work though magnificient naming skills
)
It’s a pity she wasn’t there so that we could have heard what she had to say as well. Manshark also got the chance to contribute her two cents I see :p
This didn’t get published…
A Fairy Tale: from the Brothers Gratien
Once upon a time, in a Land Far Away, it was decided to confer an award for the best, most creative, basket weaver in the business of basket weaving.
Entries poured in from far and wide with people sending in baskets of various sizes, textures and functionality. Those basket weaving aficionados who confer the award for the best, most creative basket, in the Land Far Away, were suddenly in a conundrum. ‘Who’ they thought, ‘can select the best most beautiful basket among all the baskets woven for the competition?’ They scoured the Land Far Away looking under every nook and cranny for those who would select the undisputed King or Queen of Basket Weavers. When their search yielded naught, they harkened to their criteria.
‘We must do this’ said the Chief Basket Weaving Judge Selector. ‘We must choose an Academic on Basket Weaving who is well versed in the theory of Basket Weaving. We must choose someone who has woven a basket before, and we must also choose someone who likes carrying baskets – perhaps to go grocery shopping.’ And thus it was decreed, and the minions of the Chief Basket Weaving Judge Selector ran hither and thither, helter skelter, far and wide, above and below, to and fro, in search of the elusive members of the Triumvirate of Basket Weaving Judges. Eventually, after much excavation the Exalted Ones were unearthed.
The Academic Basket Weaver, Misericordia FenderBender, was chosen for her consummate theoretical expertise in the Art of Basket Weaving gleaned in a land even further away where Basket Weavers par excellence have been produced. She was, in the Land Far Away – not further away – well known for her discourse on the Art of Basket Weaving and her treatises in the art form were well respected, especially as she came from the land of Darcy…and O’Driscoll. Merely being in the same land as those Basket Weaving demi-gods would naturally embolden the prowess of others in the academia of Basket Weaving.
The second, the Basket Weaver himself, Feel Butdontpull, was a multi faceted giant among Basket Weavers. Not only had he woven a basket himself at one time, he was also a qualified, professional Toy Soldier Assembler. It was apparent to the Chief Basket Weaving Judge Selector, that this experience of toy soldier assembling was an invaluable asset in judging the Art of Basket Weaving. After all, he had once woven a basket himself. And other Basket Weaving Judges had liked his basket. It is said that his basket adorns basketshelves and has the peculiar quality of self replenishment. A magical basket. That he wove himself.
The third judge, the Interested Carrier of Baskets, was known to Chief Basket Weaving Judge Selector. He knew acutely how interested Pre Antiphilander was, in Carrying Baskets. In fact she even held a degree from the University of Less Fur, where apparently she carried many baskets. Less Fur is oft, inaccurately, described as the sphincter of the Midlands. But she was interested, and her long hiatus from all things Basket related served as an ideal tool of detachment.
The Triumvirate deliberated long. And they debated hard. Long and hard. With steel will and iron determination, coupled with a refined appreciation of contemporary Basket Weaving, they made their decision. Of the five baskets they had to choose from, they did not choose five, they did not choose four, they did not choose three, but instead they chose a mere two baskets to be awarded the Prize for the Most Creative Basket of the Year. One Basket Weaver was restrainedly overjoyed at this ultimate acceptance of his Basket Weaving talent, which for years had been maliciously shunned as unfortunate drivel. He had the last laugh now. The enchanting sibling of the other winning Basket Weaver wooed the crowd with her sultry beauty, explaining why her Basket Weaving sister was unable to grace the occasion. The winning baskets were no more alike than a Billy Goat is to Goldilocks, yet the diversity of their individual weaving made them the chosen ones. And so…another year’s Basket Weaving Awards came to pass.
The Judges looked weary from their laborious decision making process to make the award for only two baskets, as opposed to the five shortlisted baskets. Their courage must be applauded by the Basket Loving Public. It will not be long before everyone in the Land Far Away buys these baskets. The Basket Loving Public will make their merry, tolerant, polite way only occasionally stooping to pick up the groceries that fall through the artistic gaps in their chosen baskets, and only occasionally fumbling with their baskets to find its opening so that they may put in their groceries as a precursor to picking them up. Should ever their baskets break, another will be ready for them on the nearest basket shelf. And without a care in the world, the Land Far Away, went back to their Basket Weaving, Carrying and Interestedness.
Sophist
HAHAHA..this is hilarious!! THANK YOU for the comment!!!
*manshark wishes she’d thought up something this good to post than a one liner*
Sophist’s fairy tale is awesome! Wow, man, you should be basket-weaving… Oops, I mean writing and publishing. BTW, why “misericordia?” that’s hilarious, but I was wondering what the inspiration was…. ha ha ha was it just coz it rhymes with the “academic basket weaver’s” first name? LOL
What a fancy fable!! Did I notice a hint of the sour? Good work though magnificient naming skills