Recognizing Talent At The Puking Peasant Inn 05/05/2020

Hello Friends!

Below are some nifty badges you can put on your site by singing at the Puking Peasant. Take your pick, take them all…. If you earned them.

Are you tired of the same ole chain letter awards? I want to change that here at Brother’s Campfire so you have a high level of satisfaction for your blogging awards.

Dont get “nominated”, Earn one!

Today, I am awarding Rachel the prestigious Puking Peasant Award for her incredible talent at the Puke. If you want this Award, sing an awful song and submit it.

Remember, lots of young people read my site and we will not be offending them.

Rachel was up for the challenge and immediately got to work. That’s because Rachel is a go getter.

Make sure you subscribe to her site. She has amazing stories and you are missing out!

Any of the links go to her song, which I do not claim any rights to. Great Job, Rachel! Now the story….

The Puking Peasant Inn was notorious for it’s Screaming Peaches, but it was also known as a place to gather information. Sailors from all over the world stopped in La Longi to resupply and with it came many stories of far away places. 

Rachel, a storyteller, was on a journey to know, to explore, to experience new cultures. As she downed a mug of simmering cider and ate the world famous rolls the Puking Peasant provided, she became wistful for home. 

We Don’t Know Where Home Is on the Map

Galvin the Bard was known for his absolutely amazing entertainment, but today, he was really not doing well at all. Finally, Rachel was fed up with it. She joined the rowdy crowd and began throwing rolls at Galvin just like everyone else. “Cook us a cheese burger for these rolls,” she shouted!

Though she was not nearly the loudest, everyone turned and looked at Rachel. It was very quiet. A large sailor missing an eye and peg for a leg looked her up and down. “What did you say, me lady?”

Rachel tried to muster her courage. This was no time to show weakness. ” I said cook me a cheeseburger, mate, what’s it to you?”

“Wots a cheeseburger?”

Rachel had assumed everyone knew what a cheeseburger was. “It is a bit of meat, in between a roll with cheese melted on top.” I love me cheeseburger with all me heart,” she declared.

Actual Cheesburger Handcrafted By My Beloved

Rachel had a faraway look in her eyes and thought of home. Forgetting everyone was there, she burst into song.

This Is Her Song Click there for a YT of it.

Quietly, they listened. The hardest of men were touched by her love of the cheeseburger. Perhaps the cooks would consider making it a menu item. The End

Congratulations, Rachel! You can now say,

Author: The Storyteller

138 thoughts on “Recognizing Talent At The Puking Peasant Inn 05/05/2020”

          1. Cool!
            So, are the bloggers that feature in that musical post of yours in your story going to become recurring characters in your overall story, or not really?

          1. The award is priceless. It is just not for you. Lady Lydia in my story woll soon be kidnapped. I will give you a Tasteful Award that you like because you are my sister

          2. Fortunately, it is a fictional storyline with a fictional character. She will likely be a political prisoner. It would be cool if she sang along the way!🤠😉

          3. Wash your mouth out!!!
            That’s why I didn’t pick the third award logo and went for the middle one, which simply says that I have sung at the Puking Peasant Inn – it looks a lot better!

          4. Nice! But where to the Ruetoohto tribe live? I couldn’t see it on the map, sorry. I must be missing it.

  1. In my humble estimation I think Rue has also earned her Northwich Warrior Society badge as well. You are only giving 2? I had hoped…

    1. I will continue as long as there are submissions! I have one left at this time, probably airing Friday night. Galvin is always looking for talent!
      As for Commander Nicholas, he is quite busy training right now!

          1. I have thought of talking about some things about me that I’ve been afraid to talk about before on my blogs, but I don’t want to do that just to get an award.

          2. I’m not afraid of the dark – it’s what’s in the dark that kinda scares me (especially after my demonic encounters – but don’t worry, I know to plead the blood and command them to leave even if I am terrified).

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