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Authors: Cameron Jace
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even though respectable men like Shakespeare mentioned jesters briefly, calling them the Shakespearean Fool in his books.
One of the founders reminded the others that the pied cloths of the Piper also looked like one of the characters on Tarot cards, which was considered a work of witches and devils—my lips are sealed; I am not going to even comment about that. The founders were worried because of the Piper. They thought he represented some kind of unknown evil, especially that he played the Devil’s Voice.
But the cheerful posture and the happiness exuding from the Piper eased the founders’ anger for a moment, particularly when he told them that he could help them with the rat crisis.
The locals argued that the stranger was sent from Heaven, and that he was the answer to their prayers. The founders still didn’t trust him and thought everything about him reminded them about the evil they had fled to Hamlin to avoid.
In the end, they asked him to stop playing his music and hide his pipe from the children’s infatuated eyes and ears.
“You claim you can save us from the rats?” A founder asked the Piper.
“I certainly can,” replied the Piper.
“How so? Do you know of a prayer, a charm, or a word of God that would kill the rats?”
“I don’t see why a word of God would kill anyone?” the Piper mused. “God is most merciful, isn’t he?”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” the founder shrugged. “I meant to ask if you have a word of God that would send the rats away, the way a hymn could send spirits out of a damned house.”
The Piper laughed cheerfully. There was a small bell tied to his hat that rang when he cocked his head. It added to his silliness and mystery.
However, there was something wicked about his cheerful persona. It was like clowns; they’re all fun with their silly make up and theatrical reactions until they open their mouths and talk. It’s not the words they say that scare you. It’s the fact that they have fangs—you know all clowns have fangs, don’t ya?
“What are you laughing at?” the founders said.
“Nothing in particular,” the Piper said. “Has laughing become a sin?”
“When it’s not appropriate and without reason,” a founder nodded.
“Silly me,” the Piper tried to look respectful, but the bell on his hat rang again, and it was even harder to think of him seriously. A nun in the back was about to crack a laugh, but refrained from disrespecting the court. “I have an easier way to save your souls,” the Piper said. “I don’t need charms or anything like that to lull that rats away from your town,” the Piper pulled out his pipe again. One of the founders flashed his crosses against it as a response. “It’s only a helpless pipe, not a blood sucking demon,” the Piper said, and the man eased back to his chair. “When I play a certain melody from this pipe, the rats will follow me wherever I lead them.
“Nonsense,” said another founder.
“Wait a minute,” an old nun in the back said. “But it makes sense that the Devil’s Music would attract the small squeaking demons. It makes perfect sense.”
“How smart of you, sweet lady,” the Piper cheered. He didn’t seem to argue much. Reasons, however quirky, were only means to an end, and it seemed that he was broke and needed the job to get paid.
“Well,” one of the founders said. “Did you do this before? Do you have any experience for the job?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” cheered the Piper, standing up, reciting the words as if reading a poem. “I have proudly freed a kingdom called Tartary from huge swarms of gnats,” he stretched out his hand as if he was going to do a little dance. ”And I saved an Asian kingdom from the monstrous brood of vampire-bats with my music. When I played it, all the bats followed me until I lead them to a volcano and that melted them to death.”
“Vampires?” a founder asked. “What are vampires?”
Although vampires existed,
One of the founders reminded the others that the pied cloths of the Piper also looked like one of the characters on Tarot cards, which was considered a work of witches and devils—my lips are sealed; I am not going to even comment about that. The founders were worried because of the Piper. They thought he represented some kind of unknown evil, especially that he played the Devil’s Voice.
But the cheerful posture and the happiness exuding from the Piper eased the founders’ anger for a moment, particularly when he told them that he could help them with the rat crisis.
The locals argued that the stranger was sent from Heaven, and that he was the answer to their prayers. The founders still didn’t trust him and thought everything about him reminded them about the evil they had fled to Hamlin to avoid.
In the end, they asked him to stop playing his music and hide his pipe from the children’s infatuated eyes and ears.
“You claim you can save us from the rats?” A founder asked the Piper.
“I certainly can,” replied the Piper.
“How so? Do you know of a prayer, a charm, or a word of God that would kill the rats?”
“I don’t see why a word of God would kill anyone?” the Piper mused. “God is most merciful, isn’t he?”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” the founder shrugged. “I meant to ask if you have a word of God that would send the rats away, the way a hymn could send spirits out of a damned house.”
The Piper laughed cheerfully. There was a small bell tied to his hat that rang when he cocked his head. It added to his silliness and mystery.
However, there was something wicked about his cheerful persona. It was like clowns; they’re all fun with their silly make up and theatrical reactions until they open their mouths and talk. It’s not the words they say that scare you. It’s the fact that they have fangs—you know all clowns have fangs, don’t ya?
“What are you laughing at?” the founders said.
“Nothing in particular,” the Piper said. “Has laughing become a sin?”
“When it’s not appropriate and without reason,” a founder nodded.
“Silly me,” the Piper tried to look respectful, but the bell on his hat rang again, and it was even harder to think of him seriously. A nun in the back was about to crack a laugh, but refrained from disrespecting the court. “I have an easier way to save your souls,” the Piper said. “I don’t need charms or anything like that to lull that rats away from your town,” the Piper pulled out his pipe again. One of the founders flashed his crosses against it as a response. “It’s only a helpless pipe, not a blood sucking demon,” the Piper said, and the man eased back to his chair. “When I play a certain melody from this pipe, the rats will follow me wherever I lead them.
“Nonsense,” said another founder.
“Wait a minute,” an old nun in the back said. “But it makes sense that the Devil’s Music would attract the small squeaking demons. It makes perfect sense.”
“How smart of you, sweet lady,” the Piper cheered. He didn’t seem to argue much. Reasons, however quirky, were only means to an end, and it seemed that he was broke and needed the job to get paid.
“Well,” one of the founders said. “Did you do this before? Do you have any experience for the job?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” cheered the Piper, standing up, reciting the words as if reading a poem. “I have proudly freed a kingdom called Tartary from huge swarms of gnats,” he stretched out his hand as if he was going to do a little dance. ”And I saved an Asian kingdom from the monstrous brood of vampire-bats with my music. When I played it, all the bats followed me until I lead them to a volcano and that melted them to death.”
“Vampires?” a founder asked. “What are vampires?”
Although vampires existed,
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