Fic(?): The Scholar's Tale: 1/1

[soc_puppet]

Nathan was being lazy about typing this up, so I volunteered to do it instead and he decided to let me -_-. Still, at least it goes up.

Fandom: Okay, this is a bit tricky. Technically it's an original Cantebury Tale, but it doesn't do anything to the frame, so would it be OrigiFic or what?
Background Info: The teacher who gave us this assignment (our World Lit teacher) is Mr. Hartwig; he also gave us the Right-Brain Dante assignment.
Author: think_tomorrow with a little help from socchan
Title: The Scholar's Tale

In a certain land there was a man of great renown:
He was a lusty bachelor, and in his crown
The gems of learning and education wer chief;
Seeing an ignorant child he shuddered with grief.
He savored knowledge, and loved above all graces
the fear in his young pupil's faces
as their minds were crammed to bursting
with the knowledge after which they were thirsting.
His name was Hartwyge, for upon his head
wore he a hairpiece of flaming red,
which throbbed and twitched as if in agitation
over his greasy brows. Indignation
struck him should he find a student
who tried to cheat; such imprudent
actions he swiftly punished with his cane.
The following tale I tell you plain:
It happened there was such a lad
in the class engaged: his was a bad
temperment, if ever there was one!
Scarce would he wait til the class had begun
than his every action was base and cruel;
he had no regard for statutes or rule
of Hartwyge, although the man was kind.
It so passed that into this student's mind
there entered the idea to make an as
of Hartwyge and his learning in front of the class.
Wicked were his ways and worse his plans,
for he decided in time to steal this man's
dignity by sneaking as silently as does the mouse
into the privacy of Hartwyge's house
and removing the wise man's bad toupee.
Hearken ye, what contempt and dismay
should be felt for such a young man!
But now he was decided, and from his plan
he could not be swayed. There came a day
where the wicked student went out of his way
to the house of his unknowing teacher.
From a corner did this wicked creature
keep watch, and late at night at last contrived
to enter, as during his watch no one had arrived.
In he slithered, full of malice and spleen,
keeping his cruel eyes aware and keen,
lest his teacher burst in like a raging bear.
He then began to search for Hartwyge's false hair.
High he searched, and low as well;
Yet the garments he could not find. "To hell
with this whole bloody venture!" he cried,
when out of the corner of his eye he spied
what appeared to be a descrete door,
placed on the ground leading under the floor.
Although he was fearful, his wickedness kept
him on his task; through the door he now crept.
All was darkness, he could not see;
but as he made up his mind to flee
A voice cut through the seeming night
And paralyzed his very body with fright.
"What do you here? Have you come to see
your master? What wish you from me?"
The student turned with dread in his soul;
he saw two points alight as hot as coal.
And suddenly candles around the room flared
To life, and the student with horror stared
Into the cold fire and smouldering eyes
of Hartwyge. "Truly," this one said, "my surprise
Is great; I did not expect to see you here.
But now that I have I am sorry, but I fear
That I cannot suffer you now to leave this house again."
With this he started toward the student, who then
Fell to the floor, mad with fear and well knowing
he could do naught to escape. Hartwyge, eyes glowing,
laughed and spoke: "Why good man, I thought you knew;
All teachers of English are damned creatures; true
it is that we delight in inflicting torments upon
Our students." With that his eyes glowed red anon.
The shrieks were not heard by any in the city;
nevermore would the student believe himself so witty.
This tale endeth; yet let it be known to all men
That Hartwyge had trouble with his classes ne'er again.
--Ende--
Once you're done reading this here, go over to Nathan's journal (he said he would be copy-pasting this there as well) and bug him to write more! Offer up plot bunnies as sacrifices.

Edit: This poem/story/thing is now up in Nathan's journal! Go visit to see *gasp* my actual name!!!!!!111!!1eine!! And to comment.

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[think-tomorrow.livejournal.com]

True to my word, it shall be posted.

AHHH!!! PLOT BUNNIES!!!!

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[soc_puppet]

Ohohohohoho! Fear the wrath of the Evil Plot Bunnies! They shall take over your free time with their incessant hounding bunny-ing! And you shall be forced to WRITE MORE!!! >D