Daily Joke: Stranger Found Shelter in Monastery Where Monks Tell Jokes
One dark and stormy night, a stranger was stranded in the open, shivering with cold. He looked around to find shelter for the night and came across a remote monastery.
Much to his dismay, he was greeted by complete silence. Not knowing what else to do, he knocked again, this time with a loud bang, but no one answered the door. For the third time, he banged the door with all his strength, but again, there was no response.
The man was about to turn back and leave when he noticed a bell pull, and upon clanking on the rusty chain, he soon heard footsteps behind the giant wooden door. To his surprise, the door creaked open, and a wise old man stood in front of him.
"Who's there?" asked the old man.
"It is I, a stranger to these parts and soaked to the skin from the storms that blow," replied the stranger.
"Ah, then you must come in, stranger, and dry yourself off, for it is a night fit for neither man nor beast," said the old man.
Soon afterward, the old man welcomed the stranger inside and invited him to enter the monastery.
"I am Friar Tuck, and you are welcome to stay the night," added the old man as he led him through the monastery.
The monk took the stranger through a long corridor that was dimly lit by candles. He showed him to a small bedroom that was elegantly furnished and looked comfortable.
"Now rest for a while, and in thirty minutes, I will return to take you to have dinner with the monks of this monastery," informed the monk.
So the stranger sat down on the bed, got rid of his soaking wet boots, and quickly changed into a set of dry clothes that were neatly placed on the foot of the bed. He was also relieved to find a comfy pair of slippers, which he immediately donned. After half an hour, there was a knock on the door.
"If you are ready, stranger, follow me to the refectory where the monks are just beginning our evening meal," said Friar Tuck as he entered the room.
The stranger followed the monk down another winding set of corridors, and finally, they arrived at the refectory.
"Come and sit between the Head Abbot and me," said Friar Tuck, pointing to an empty chair placed across a long wooden table.
The stranger complied with the monk's request, sat down in the chair, and thanked him and the Head Abbott for the warm welcome they had given to him while he was lost in the forest on a cold and wet winter night.
"Think nothing of it, young man," said the Head Abbott. "For we are a charitable Order, and we welcome you to dine with us and join in with the evening's entertainment."
The Head Abbott's words piqued the stranger's curiosity, and he wondered what sort of entertainment he was talking about. However, he could not dig for details because the Head Abbott became busy saying prayers before the meal, and it was not the right time to interrupt him.
After a while, the food was served, and because the stranger had been cold and starving for so long, he forgot to inquire about the entertainment while eating. After everyone was finished eating, the plates were taken away, and Head Abbott rose from his seat.
"We have a guest with us tonight, so let's make the entertainment extra special. Who wants to begin?" asked the Head Abbott.
A man named Brother Martin stood up, took a deep breath, and shouted, "24!" Soon afterward, the monks burst into loud guffaws. Brother Martin then sat down, looking pleased with himself for making the monks laugh.
A few minutes later, Brother Michael stood up and waited until he had everyone's attention. He then screamed "42," and the monks started laughing out loud and clapped their hands. Brother Michael then returned to his seat.
Now it was Brother Madison's turn, who stood up and screamed at the top of his voice, "96!" Once again, the monks started laughing so hard, clapping their hands and beating their fists on the table in sheer excitement.
The stranger was irked by the monk's definition of entertainment and leaned over to ask Friar Tuck what was going on.
"Well, you see," said Friar Tuck. "The monks are telling jokes. But because we have all been here for so long and are so remote a location, we have given a number to each joke, and that saves time in telling the whole story."
"Goodness," replied the stranger. "That is extraordinary. Do you think it would work if I told a joke?"
"Of course, you can," said Friar Tuck.
So the stranger stood up, cleared his throat, and cried, "69!"
To his surprise, the monks laughed so much that many even fell from their chairs, and the rest almost blew the roof off the monastery. The stranger watched as they rolled on the floor with hysteria. It was clearly a scene of a wild uproar.
The stranger was dumbfounded to see the monks' condition.
"What is so special about joke number 69?" asked the stranger to Friar Tuck.
The monk, who was still laughing from the joke, wiped away tears from his eyes and said, "Joke 69? Oh, they haven't heard that one before!"
The monks sure had an interesting way of telling jokes, and the stranger clearly surprised them with his sense of humor!
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