other organizations were pursuing less noble causes, we went in search
of the Holy Grail. On the way, we encountered a parade, so we joined
it. Numbered amongst our participants were several Gumbies, about
three five knights (including Brave Sir Robin and his minstrels),
a pantomime goose, a "nudge nudge, wink wink" man, two shrubberies,
two pigeon fanciers, a lumberjack, twenty Vikings, and a Trojan rabbit.
Whoops! Sorry. We didn't have a pantomime goose or any Vikings, but
we did have a can of Spam.
a bunch of men dressed up as ladies, presumably from some fraternity.
A few French citizens disguised as innocent bystanders pelted us with
marshmallows, but our knights defended us gallantly (save Sir Robin,
who bravely ran away).
judges' stand, we showed our devotion and utter submissiveness to
their magnificent power by kneeling down and bowing to their excellence,
in a show of lowly humility. Somehow, they mistook our sheepish self-abasement
for sarcasm. A uniformed person with a walkie-talkie bludgeoned us
into moving along.
the end of the parade route successfully, only getting lost or confused
about four times. Unfortunately, we are no nearer to our quest, the
Holy Grail. We do, however, still have a
dented can of Spam."