| A poor vagabond, traveling a country road in England, tired and hungry, came to a roadside Inn with a sign reading: 'GEORGE AND THE DRAGON'. He knocked. The Innkeeper's wife stuck her head out a window. "Could ye spare some victuals?" he asked. The woman glanced at his shabby clothes and obviously poor condition, "No!" she said rather sternly. "Could I have a drink of water?" "No!" she said again. "Could I at least sleep in your stable then?" "NO!" By this time she was fairly shouting. The vagabond still continued, "Might I please...?" "What *now*?" the woman interrupted impatiently. "D'ye suppose," he asked... "I might have a word with George?" |