The wind wipped up & mini marhshmellow sized

The wind wipped up & mini marhshmellow sized hail pelted them cruely. Then the hail grew to golf ball size & they ran for shelter & for their lives. Vlad was knocked unconcious by

a tree limb that had broken off. As Dr. Darcy tried to wake Vlad the situation grew worse. Vlad was in a comma. Destined to be a vegetable the rest of his life. Dr. Darcy realized

he was trying to revive someone who was already dead and thus, the Hippocratic oath did not apply. Dr. Darcy switched tacks. He grabbed a wooden stake and approached Vlad's chest,

Vlad woke with a start, "I'm feeling much better doctur, vhat are you doing vit that stake?" Dr. Darcy hastily hid the insturment. "Just a precaution. Here's your bill."

Vlad sat up, a little woozy & none the wiser as Dr. Darcy handed him his bill. "Bloody insurance company," Vlad said, "Fangs for nothing." Dr. Darcy drew the stake out from behind

the leftover pudding in the fridge and held it threateningly. "Take this!" Vlad gazed at the dripping slab of meat. "Really, Dr. Darcy? Hey thanks, that's a nice cut!" Dyslexia had

toll. The red meat lay on the finely grained cutting board, meekly, expectantly. She noticed she had a knife in her hand -- her bony, veiny hand. Was the meat to be knighted? Worry

ing she saw the blade fall, hit one side of the succulent slab of meat, & repeat it on the other side. "I hereby knight you. Henceforth you'll be called Her Majesty's Sir Loin."

Everyone cheered in celebration, none so much as Edward, the Earl of Sandwich, who promptly invited Sir Loin to his country estate for dinner.