The story of shibboleth

Once in a place, there was a man. And in a land far away from this place, there was a man, who was the brother to another man, who was the man who lived in the land who was in the place from which the brother of the man who lived in the place that was far away from the place lived, he lived there. And the brother who lived in the place that was far away from the place said to the brother that lived in the place from which there was a brother who lived far away from the place, he said, "Brother, I am coming to the place from where there is a place which is far away from the place which existed in the first place, you must prepare for me there in that place which was the place in the first place." And the brother who lived in the place which was there in the place which the man lived and from where there was a place far from that place, he made the preparations for the arrival of the man from the place which was far from the place, from that place.

And this place was called Isse-Loundes, and the man who lived in this place was called Shibboleth, by his peers, and the brother of the man was called Sibboleth, and the place where he lived was called the City of Nikoulous, and it was in the place where the sun was strong, and there might have been rattlesnakes around.

And in the place which was called Isse-Loundes, where people would go and take their horse-drawn carriages in the spring or the summer seasons, in the night, when the weather was cool and damp, and they would go to the market square, where there was a stall, and in that stall there was a man, who was from foreign lands, and who sold desserts which were sweet and cold to the touch, and the people enjoyed these desserts greatly.

And the man who was called Shibboleth, by his peers, was a clergyman, and as such, he took it upon himself to study literature at the University, and he saw a young maid, and he was immediately enamoured of her, and he came to her, and he said that he would like to speak with her over tea and biscuits, and she said that she would do that with him, and he said that he would send a courier to her with the details, and he ran off, and he sent the courier, and he waited three days and three nights, and she did not come to him, and he became very worried indeed.

And when the man who was called Sibboleth came to the land of Isse-Lounds, and he saw his brother, who was called Shibboleth, and they embraced, and they came into his house, and they ate wine and figs, and they slept in the same clay-pot. And then the young girl to whom Shibboleth sent the courier to reach came to the house of him, and he became very excited, and his penis bulged within his linen tunic, and he turned in a pose to conceal it, and he said to her hallo, and she said it to him, and then she saw the man who was called Sibboleth, who was in the clay-pot, and she became instantly enamoured of him, and she went over to him, and she said to him hallo, and he said to her the same thing, and they talked for several hours thusforth on the subject of many things, and then the man who was called Sibboleth became enamoured of her as well, and they said that they would meet secretly in the alley behind the market square, and that they would make love, and they would eat figs and wine, and play games of chance. And the man who was called Shibboleth heard of this, and he became in a rage, and he cursed against his brother, and he bade him out of his house, that he may not return.

But the rage of Shibboleth was not quelled, for he plotted against his brother a terrible plot, and he wished his demise, and he came to the mountain pass whence they must cross, he knew this, and he implanted twenty mercenaries there, and he told to them that they should ask the name of any man who cross the mountain pass, and that if he say his name be Shibboleth, that they let him pass without injury, and if he say his name be Sibboleth, that they shall take him upon the ground, and run their swords through his body, such that he die.

But the mercenaries were not well versed in the language of the people of Isse-Loundes, and their prefectures, and thusly, when the man who was called Sibboleth went to cross the mountain pass, to meet with the young girl, the mercenaries asked of him what was his name, and he told them that it was Sibboleth, but the mercenaries heard that he said Shibboleth, and they let him pass without injury, and then when the man who was called Shibboleth came upon the mountain pass, the mercenaries asked him what is your name, and he said it was Shibboleth, but the mercenaries heard him say that it was Sibboleth, and they took him upon the ground, and ran their swords through him, such that he died.

And then the man who was called Sibboleth came upon the young girl in the alleyway of the market square, and they did the things which they said they were to do, and he penetrated her, and it was good.

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