Yeshiva University - Masmid Yearbook (New York, NY)

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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.

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Yes? asked the man. Please, good ToUkeeper, said Piouse, I wonder if you could help me. You see, my friends are being held captive by the Registragon. We were on our way to Fortress Avihsey, and this Registragon keeps asking for financial clearance and pink slips Young friend, said the ToUkeeper, you have come to the right place. As for financial clearance, I can help you as no one else in the forest can. My name is Socolgrede, and ! collect the tolls from all who would reach the Fortress. How much is the toll, good sir? asked Piouse. How much you got? demanded Socolgrede. Checking his purse, Piouse answered, Just two shillings. ' Hardly enough, sniffed Socolgrede, but you can make up the rest in work-study, and you may qualify for a scholarship. Hand it over! He took the money and disappeared into the house, then emerged, carrying in his arms stacks of pink, green, and yellow slips, and a small vial. Fill out your name and address on each one of these, he said, and fling them into the eyes of the Registragon. It is his duty to sort and collate each one. And while he is doing that, drip this liquid prepared by Bakonio and blessed by Epstilene on the red balls. It is called Waiver Fluid, and will melt away the scarlet tape instantly. Have you any mone% ' left, young fellow? No, Socolgrede, not a penny, sighed Piouse. Then all is as it should be for a pilgrim to Avihsey. Go in peace! The ToUkeeper slammed his door shut. Piouse hurried away.