While many adventures of Sir Lancelot have been told through the centuries, this particular one, for obvious reasons, has been forgotten.
Sir Lancelot was out in the moors of merry ol’ England late one evening. As he could not see any village nearby, he laid down to sleep for the night on the grass. He was rudely awakened when he felt some warm liquid on his face. He looked around and found himself in the midst of a flock of sheep, quietly grazing. It did not take him long to conclude that they were
“sheep that pass in the knight”
(ships that pass in the night)
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Dedicated to my camping friends Tom Polin and Christopher Richardson. Had a great time at the Reunion in Macau in 2007.
Sir Lancelot was out in the moors of merry ol’ England late one evening. As he could not see any village nearby, he laid down to sleep for the night on the grass. He was rudely awakened when he felt some warm liquid on his face. He looked around and found himself in the midst of a flock of sheep, quietly grazing. It did not take him long to conclude that they were
“sheep that pass in the knight”
(ships that pass in the night)
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Dedicated to my camping friends Tom Polin and Christopher Richardson. Had a great time at the Reunion in Macau in 2007.
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