To: Alain de Mylcandonai
From: Guillaume Grosscanard
Mylcandonai,
After detecting your clumsy hand in some recent anonymous graffiti, I gather that you
appreciate riddles. I also gather from your recent ruminations that you are somewhat
down at heart.
I have therefore dusted off an ancient tome mouldering in my attic, with the title of
A Booke of Sunnshyne - Unbridled Merriment for the Sicke at Harte. I have taken the
liberty of amending a few of them to meet the current situation:
What's the difference between a mosquito and Alain de Mylcandonai?
A mosquito eventually stops whining.
What's the difference between Alain de Mylcandonai and God?
God doesn't think he's Alain de Mylcandonai.
How many Alain de Mylcandonais does it take to screw in a chandelier fitting?
One - he just holds the screw to the ceiling and waits for the world to revolve around
him.
Apparently these went down a storm in Henry VIII's court, but the one about God got
Thomas More into a bit of trouble.
Grosscanard
