Fw: kahley's Tale of Friar Tuck was Re: [at-l] Tuckerizing

[bcalkins at disaster-relief.net (Bruce Calkins)]

I don't know if the link is still good.

Black Wolfe


> I can answer that question!  There's a link on my website for it
> (http://members.aol.com/karens62  but I will copy it here.
>
> Friar Tuck tale by Kahley
>
> The Tale of Friar Tuck
> by Kahley
>
> For those of you who haven't been around for a while, it's time for the
> annual telling of the Tuck Tale. It's mostly true...kind of and explains
why
> we talk about having our packs 'tucked' or 'tuckerized'. So gather 'round
> kiddies......
>
>
> Once upon a time, in a state far from the AT, there was a fair maid.
> No pampered princess content in a pinky palace, she was a Gypsy in
> both heart and soul. And she craved an adventure..to walk for 2000
> miles .  She soared thru the sky to the land called Georgia where
> she meant a kind man named Sir Milt who packed her on his steed and
> took her to the Mountain called Springer.  Here she would find the
> trail to that most holy of mountains Katahdin and she begin her hike.
> The day grew old and night was nigh so Lady Gypsy and Sir Milt sought
> shelter near the mountain.  On the way, they met a stranger named
> Friar Tuck.  He seemed an affable sort and Sir Milt knew Gypsy would
> meet many men on her journey , so her bid her much luck and ado and
> left in the nite for his own home far away. The affable Tuck and our Gypsy
> spent time before sleep discussing her plan to walk from the land called
> Georgia to the land called Maine. "But prithee, fair maid" asked Tuck.
"why
> dost thou carry such a heavy load.  It will be cumbersome and cause you
> injury that will slow your trip!" "But Friar" said Gypsy, "I need all
these
> things to keep me whilst on my way!  I have very little.  What would you
have
> me cast aside?" Such and invitation could not be ignored and Friar Tuck
> pounced on our Gypsy's pack tossing things hither and yon. "A trowel..use
> your foot.  A comb....use your fingers.  Your tent has a floor..why carry
a
> second!"  "Bottles and bits were flung far and wide until only her
underwear
> remained inside. "No" cried our Gypsy fit to be tied. One pair" said the
> Friar as he cast them aside.
>
> When her pack had been plundered he glanced at maid Gypsy. She started to
> giggle. He thought, "is she tipsy?" She laughed at the pile that she no
> longer needed and thanked the kind Tuck. But the gleam in her eye said she
> kept a secret. As dawn broke our Gypsy and Tuck parted ways.  Her steps
were
> lighter and her heart even more.  She had hidden her treasure from the
> affable Friar.  Her teensy little deodorant was safe. Off she went to walk
> 2000 miles ....a trip under construction as this tale is told. So when
madmen
> and women go hiking to Maine, the tale is retold so we remember his name.
> Kind Tuck....Wise Tuck left her only one pair.
>
> And we wonder still, what he did with her spares.