Daily Chanter
Okay so I’m walking alone at night downtown and I hear footsteps behind me. I speed up but the footsteps follow me and before I know it it’s too late. I’m accosted and thrown up against the wall. An old bearded man with pointed shoes and a linen duster growls with a German accent “so, young man…you think you can make zeh medieval instruments for zeh people, but vat in zeh vorld do you know? Sure you can make ze instruments but I give you zeh ultimate challenge! You vill SPELL it! Ah ah ah !!!”
I shook off the old man’s grasp and with a voice sure from many hours poring over the dusty pages of Google and Wikipedia spoke the letters into the night: “R-A-U-S-C-H-P-F-E-I-F-E”.
The old man gave a small nod to me but I was feeling indignant now. I met his gaze and said “not only that but I can spell PIOBAIREACHD too!”
The old man then turned and ran away from me down the street, his pointy shoes padding a beat and linen duster billowing behind him.
I made two of these things in the last three weeks. Making it was easy. Learning to spell it took forever.