Sign on the Door reads as follows:

Sign on the Door reads as follows:
The Finley's Royal Tea Emporium & Steamery is for members of the royal society, inhabitants of London, star-gazers, scientists and any other roving loons who may discuss the matters at hand without becoming agitated. Please come in and make yourselves comfortable as we prepare for low tea and some rather bland digestive biscuits that would regulate an ox.

Sunday

Banana Game

Once again it is time for a decision. Do we think Sir Doyle's accounts on Mt. Everest are "true"?  Is this story of the masked  Batukhan possible or is he covering up a lie?  In honor of Sir Doyle and his treacherous tale of survival, I will be serving iced cream over a banana.  The bananas will be hidden and covered with an iced cream layer 3 inches thick.  You may spot the banana but then you will lose it again as you dig your way through the bowl.  The sweetness of the cream will be so overwhelming that you may give up and never find it.  However, if you are persistent like Sir Doyle you may consume the sweetness and discover the elusive prize.

Did you find the banana?

A. Ughhh... I took one bite of cream and that was it.  Doyle couldn't find a banana if it was on top, let alone the Yeti! (No, I don't believe this tale.)

B. It was hard to find it but I did.  I ate the iced cream but was so full the banana wouldn't fit.  I believe Doyle was telling the truth.  (Yes, it could have happened to Sir Doyle)

C. I opened my mouth and placed the bowl at my lips.  I found the banana and iced cream as it went down the hatch. Sir Doyle definitely was persistent in finding the truth about the Yeti and could survive anything.  ( An overwhelming Yes!  I believe it.)


7 comments:

  1. After careful consideration of Sir Doyle's story, I have come to the following conclusion.

    I have no doubt that Sir Doyle visited Everest and attempted the climb. I also believe that he met someone who dressed up as a yeti, however I believe this was more of a joke than a hoax. Such as the locals may have made such a costume so that those visiting from Europe may have their picture drawn with it.

    What is my reasoning, you may ask? This is simple. One does not merely heal frostbite and surely, such an adventerous man such as Sir Doyle, would have gotten the recipe for the Salve since it would have been so very useful and most likely, considering his foresightedness, he would have taken samples of the herbs with him home so that they might be grown in a hothouse. His lack of evidence to such a miraculous cure for frostibte makes me believe the Sir is having a bit of a lark at our expense.

    Forgive me Sir Doyle, but I do not believe that your tale be true. Entertaining, I admit, though too tall to be sure.

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  2. I've never been fond of iced cream. Hurts my teeth. I do, however, have a particular love for bananas, on account of their complete and utter scarcity on Venus or Mars.

    For my part, while I question his judgement in privy attire, I'll throw my wholehearted support behind Sir Doyle. In fact, apart from the bare feet and the avalanche I found the story so utterly ordinary that I'd have a hard time not believing it. Although now that I think about it, what happened to your comrades in exploration? Did they perish in the avalanche (and if so why were you not in grieving over it? Were they cads?) or did they survive (and if so why did they not send search parties? Were they cads?)

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  3. Thank you Major for your positive vote. I will tell you now that you've voted that the tale told in entirely true.

    My comrades did indeed survive the avalanche, and did indeed launch a rescue party. The problem was a hugh snow storm chose the next day to blow its breath accrose the mountain. The storm lasted for over three weeks on the mountain. My comrades were convinced that I was indeed dead, and my body could not be recovered after three weeks of snow.

    If you wish to check my facts further, I'm sure the London Times has run articles on both since they have gone on to bewcome somewhat famous in their fields.

    Thanks again old chap. And to Dr. Stanley, I say simply I have never made a habit of telling ALL I know just for a woman's approval.

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  4. I ate the cream and found the banana. I think Doyle was telling the truth mostly. This tale reminds me of one I heard about from a group of young adults who had an odd dog named Scoobus Doobus. Anyway, I was especially impressed with his tale since he had a plausible answer for what the Yetti really was and his tenacity for survival.
    I am voting Yes because I choose to believe that a Yeti doesn't exist and the story was thoughtful. I am still not convinced how a tintype might fit in a wallet but I am willing to believe the story regardless. Well done Sir Doyle.

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  5. Thank you, Lady Finley. You have (in this case at least) proven that you're a true lady.

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  6. Due to time constraints, I beg everyone's pardon for going ahead with mthe next tale nominatiopn before the vote is finished.

    Since Mr. Babyliss is known of seven different governments, I must assume he is some kind of spy. As such, he must have many unclassified tales he can enlighten us to.

    I propose he tell of the time he was undercover with the Royal Opera Company to foil a plot to due harm to a member of the royal family. That is if it is unclasslfied. What?
    How about it Mr. Babyliss? Pip,pip.

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  7. Is it possible to choose B and still eat the bananna as well?
    I am quite fond of iced cream and fruit, and I do believe in the basic truths of this frostbitten tale. However, I think there may be a few facts that Sir Steven is keeping to himself.
    As to the story requested of myself Sir Steven, I assume you are refering to the Royal Italian Opera in Covent Garden of course. Those detail are in fact a matter of the public record, although I suppose I could add a few personal recollections as well.

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