Yeshiva University - Masmid Yearbook (New York, NY)

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The road grew twisted and more circuitous. As the three knights came to a cave planted in the middle of the road, there came to their ears sounds like the gnashing of teeth, roaring, ripping paper, and the smell of pipe tobacco. Piouse mumbled a psalm. Lowering his visor and making his voice deeper than it really was, Zealos advanced to the mouth of the cave and shouted, Peace! What maketh that hellish uproar? There was a groan: Closed out — all courses closed! I challenge thee, be thou beast or fiend, spake Zealos. If thou canst do no more than sit in this cave and emit such foul noises, thou hast no right to live. Come forth, monster! Tis the pure knight, Zealos, who challenges thee!

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The dragon only laughed. You are fools, it said, for daring to come this way without proper authorization. Without a pink slip signed by Bakon- io, regent of Avihsey, and countersigned by the Fair Epstilene, you cannot hope but stay here, wrapped in my quagmire of red tape. I am the Registragon, placed here to guard against intrusions by whelps such as yourselves. What do you seek? Our mission, O most horrible Registragon, said Indifferaunce, is to learn the wisdom of Avihsey. You should have planned your mission more carefully, said the Registragon. None but utter fools would have come so far without paying more attention to prerequisites, corequisites, financial clearance, and most important of all; the Pink Slip. Now, you will remain here forever! Slipping quietly down the tree, Piouse ran off into the forest in search of someone who would help him save his friends . Turning around a large oak tree, he saw a tollbooth. Wondering what that sort of thing was doing in the middle of a for- est, Piouse advanced to the door and knocked. The door opened with a creak. Piouse saw before him a little man, all round and roly-poly, who squinted at the young hero in the sunlight.