Tale 150 told by Bishop on 04.02.2002
Patience

There's no patience these days.
Just the other day I was relating my tale about
how I bested the goblin horde single handedly to
a lonesome bard.  I'd think bards at least would
appreciate my entirely true stories!  Well he 
jumps up, blows an ear-deafening whistle directly
into my face, and excuses himself to a drink date
with a dragon hunter.  Then he blew out of the
bar faster than I'd ever seen anyone run!  Are
my tales that boring??