The Monks and Their Little Shop of Horrors

There once was a small town in which lived a group of monks. These monks, having need of money to fund their monastery, decided to open up a flower shop.

Well the rest of the townspeople were very pleased at first, since they hadn't had a flower shop before. However, some people became concerned when they noticed that whenever children were sent to the flower shop to buy (you guessed it!) flowers, they disappeared.

A group of citizens went to the shop to see if the monks knew what had happened to them. They entered the store and were immediately impressed and awed by the wide assortment of exotic flora present. However, their admiration turned to horror when one o f the larger plants reached down, grabbed a small boy, and swallowed him whole!

The villagers fled the shop screaming, attracting the attention of the other townspeople. As soon as the news was spread, the people decided that the only thing to do was to get rid of the evil monks!

A group of 20 men were assembled, and they armed themselves with clubs and staves. At high noon, they attacked the monks' flower shop. However, they were unprepared for the high level of fighting skills of the brown-robed Brothers: The men were beaten back in less than fifteen minutes!

So the townspeople assembled a second group, this time arming them with knives and scythes. At midnight, they attacked. But once again, the merciless monks beat them back, this time in less than ten minutes!

The townspeople were at a loss. Who would save them from the corrupt Capuchins? Suddenly, out of the darkness, stepped Hugh the blacksmith, the tallest, strongest, and most foul-smelling man in the village.

"Do not worry, my friends", said Hugh. "*I* will rid this town of these evil evangelists!"

The townspeople, having no other alternative (and nothing to lose except a relatively poor blacksmith), armed Hugh with clubs, staves, knives and scythes, and sent him off to vanquish the foul friars. They waited impatiently at the edge of the town, hoping against hope that Hugh would return victorious.

Suddenly, over the crest of the hill, silhouetted against the afternoon sun, appeared Hugh. Over his shoulder was slung the remains of the hideous man-eating plant.

"The monks have fled! Their flowers will trouble us no more!", cried Hugh. The townspeople cried out with joy, and, proclaiming the day a holiday, feasted and danced until dawn.

From that day on, a moral was passed on to all the children of the town. Whenever they were tempted to make fun of Hugh and his slow, smelly ways, they were reminded:


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