I wasnŽt going to post a WIP on this one, but as I looked at it, I thought: well the scene is set; now to introduce the protagonists. Then I was struck with the following doggerel verse. (Apologies to anyone who likes poetry.)
In this fair courtyard we lay our scene,
And wonder where our friends have been.
"What friends are those?" you pause to ask.
"Why just those missing wooden casks."
Five wooden barrels full of glee.
Who cares just what their contents be.
Whiskey, beer, wine, rum, or sherry,
TheyŽre not here now so I shanŽt tarry.
IŽll leave you then, no more ado.
YouŽll see the rest when I am through!
(All AR: heavy crumpled paper, crayon.)
The only problem with humor is that no one takes it seriously.