Posted by TownCryer on October 23, 1998 at 21:31:00:
Gently : Ring ring ring!
Goodmight, o you innocent Lotm-Nies!
The wind is getting louder and harsher...
and is swirling thru the abandoned streets of our
quetly resting dark streets of our town...
sleep well, friends, sleep well...
doi not be ne afraid of a heartless commander of a certain fort
do not be afraid of he-who-slashed-the-throat-of-he-who-is-silent...
and do not be afraid of barbequed major's smoking remains....
oh no
those htings are all for little kiddies
and certainly not for us,
the mature, intelligent, sophisticated dwellers of Mohicanland...
and it's only the nightwind swirling and swishing on the treetops out
side of our windows...
der Wind der Wind das Himmlische Kind...
good night, and rest well o ye citizens!
TowneCryer is on the Job!