Rejoice!Rejoice!Rejoice!

Hear-Ye, hear-ye!

Good times have fallen upon us like the blessing of rain on the drought diseased land.
The publishing “ Of Rabies and Wagging Tails” have indeed reaped us vernal fruits of joy and felicity. Why, you may ask and the Jester will not, shall not deceive you in answer.

If one takes a walk athwart the fair of food on the earthen floor of KDU, one comes to stand in front of a curiously named hamlet (of tables and not of huts-in this case). The name “Post-Graduate Studies” is an irony as the hamlet consists of the monks of the holy church “Pre-University Studies”. But, no, that is not the matter that concerns us…. It’s the guardian of the door that does.

Once, it housed a ferocious animal so advanced in its insanity laden disease, none, yes, no one, including Jester would even have the notion of crossing the glass doors of invisibility.

Rejoice! Rejoice now humble serfs – we no longer have to bow our heads nor cover it, or speak in hushed tones to coax the mutt into allowing us entrance. We no longer need to forsake a piece of flesh on the rear for its consumption. Rejoice! Rejoice!

WHY? Why? In war, the victor takes all and the vanquished – banished. But no, no. Times have changed, just like the whiff of winds. The shamed but prevalent “Pre-University Studies” strived after being demoted to the earthen level from its high tower of wisdom. Moreover, it lost more in the war than expected for it had to give up its pride-the cur. Hurrah! Hurrah!

Where? Where then is the remorseless cur? The Jester still holds the answer. It’s reported from word of mouth, passing from one indolent to another that the cur was seen in the ground of the blasphemous Oracle. The high priestess of the Eye has indeed been reunited with its kind.

While the “Pre-University Studies” mourns its lost with a black veil of humility drawn, little does it know that the removal of the wicked dog was indeed a blessing in disguise.
There is more human traffic in its holy ground than ever before. There is more faith. There is more light, and there is more wisdom, for wisdom never shines the rusty armour without friction.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!