George and the 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?"

     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 use your privvy?"

     "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?"


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