The Dead Puppy

Several years ago a young boy visited us at Scarborough Faire and set his heart upon one of our dagger blades that he saw.  For the next year he saved every dime, fully intent on buying his first Angel Sword.

Here he stood, one year later at twelve years of age, ready to pick out his blade.  The boy spent nearly the entire day with us at the booth at Scarborough Faire picking through every piece in stock searching for that one piece that he would know was his.  Finally, towards the end of the day, he went to get his mother.

She walked up to the booth appearing completely out of place in her short skirt and three-inch high heels.  Alas, she had her VISA card ready and wanted to see this "knife" that her son wanted to spend a year's worth of savings on.  When the blade was brought out, she took one look at it and said, "But baby, it's so sharp!  Why would you ever want something that sharp?"

At this, another lady standing just a few feet away felt compelled to chime into the conversation.  Now, this lady was much more at home in a Renaissance festival in her full warrior's garb with, conveniently, four or five Angel Sword pieces hanging from her belt.  "Excuse me, but would you buy a dead puppy?"

"Would I what?" replied the boy's mother.  "What on earth could you be talking about?  A dead puppy?  You must be crazy!"

"Sure," came the response.  "They're soft, cuddly, have cute little black noses and floppy ears.  But, there's just something missing, isn't there?"