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April Fool
by Wenonah LyonGenghis Khan sat in his yurt, sullenly sipping his blood-red wine.
His aide-de-camp came running into the tent and fell on one knee.
‘A beautiful virgin awaits outside, stark naked, sitting on her snow white ass astride a snow white mule. Following her, there are one hundred burghers of the city, each one carrying rare jewels and pearls. In her lily-white hands, the maiden is holding a box made of the purest gold holding a document surrendering Vienna!'
Genghis leapt to his feet, rushed to the door of his tent. There he saw his faithful guard, guffawing.
‘April Fool!’ they cried as one.
‘Kill the fuckers,’ he said curtly.
That evening, as he gazed at the moon-lit heads on pikes surrounding his yurt, his harsh face broke into a grizzled grin: ‘Now that’s April Fool!’
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