e there was a small town in which lived Epydidumus Roderigo III (for =
simplicity everyone just called him Ep). If there was one thing old Ep =
was known for it was his collection of antique serving forks that was =
passed down through his family for generations. The oldest fork =
was so and was so ancient and weathered that only one tine =
remained on it.
local preacher in that town, who had been nicknamed “Hymn” =
for his love of church music, raised chickens to help enhance his meager =
pastoral salary. His best-laying hen was tiny (she was called =
“Elf”) but very prolific.
One morning, Elf was found =
dead, killed with Ep’s antique fork stabbed into her chest. =
In a rage, Pastor Hymn called the local detective to arrest Ep. The =
detective showed up on scene, analyzed the evidence and declared =
“Ep has been framed.”
“How can you tell?” =
sputtered Hymn. The detective was appalled.
don’t know? At this point I thought it was common knowledge that =
Ep’s tine didn’t kill Hymn’s Elf.”
Dr Bob Griffin =
Knows Me, This I Love!"