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| (gasps) Oh no Chaunticleer! Come down so i can "seye sooth" (tell the truth) | |
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| Good thing Chaunticleer knows better this time | |
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The Fox tries to purswey Chaunticleer to come down, claiming ha misunderstood his intentions, but he knew better this time...
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| Curse you who chatters when he should hold his peace (runs away) | |
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The Nun's Priest finishes his tale...
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| Please take the moral of my tale, not the tale itself. Take the fruit, and let the chaff remain | |
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| You deserve much adulation for this tale, you would be an excellent breeding mad if you were allowed | |
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