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Life is...well, life, in Whippleshire.  We try not to get too excited but by times our deeply held ideas and beliefs get the better of us.  So that is why we decided to have a place to hash it all out.  You know, formal combat and all that. 

Well, we're still working on the formal part.  First things first, you know.  We had to first agree on the rules of engagement.  What better place to discuss it than the Dog's Ear, over a pint of our favourite?  And that's where we are.  We have had representatives from various factions plead their case.  But you see, because this is the preliminary to the formal combat, it's all among friends.  Everyone has to make their case, you see, so we can determine the rules and the winners.  It's difficult to say when we will ever get done here, it's a much bigger task than originally thought.

In the meantime we have one rule.  If anyone seems to be getting out of hand we just point out that our energies must be saved for formal combat.  We all see the wisdom in that and so it makes for quite genial company.  Nothing is off limits to discuss, and nothing needs to be decided on the spot.  It takes the pressure off quite well.

  • LeicesterScripts

    • Every town worth its salt has a resident poet or novelist.  Well we have our own scriptwriter.  We call him Leicester and he even decided, one day when he couldn't seem to get the creative juices flowing, to create a sort of company name under which to write his scripts.  Why not his own name?  Who knows.

    He tells us that this is really for marketing purposes.  Anyway, this is the birthplace of LeicesterScripts.  It sounds pretty impressive, doesn't it?  Don't let that fool you.  Leicester is moping around half the time just like before, because he can't seem to get it in gear.  Someone once said that writing is about 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.  And hanging around a writer can sometimes be 100% aggravation.  But we give him a couple of pints and he tends to brighten up a bit.

  • Religion

    • Now there's one of those things that everyone tells you must not be discussed in polite company, much less in a bar.  Well, you see, that's the beauty of our arrangement.  Nobody needs to win the argument because we are just discussing the arrangements, so we can state our positions as plain as we want and nobody gets offended.  Well, almost nobody, but he was a newbie and didn't know what was going on and well, Gorby can tell that story.  Speaking of whom...

  • Gorby

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    Gorby's always around.  Father John Tuck remembers the day that Gorby came to town.  In fact, he's the one that gave Gorby his name.  It's amazing how much Gorby sees and hears.  Nobody pays him much mind but he listens and remembers and has a whole lot more common sense than most of us realize. 

    Someone once came to town and asked if the Dog's Ear was named for Gorby.  Well, Wilbur, our formally surly bartender, was astonished.  Truth of it, we hadn't even thought of it ourselves, but there it was, right in front of us.  And there he was, Gorby, listening and taking it all in.  So after that the Dog's Ear took on new meaning for us.  Gorby was welcome before, but now he was somewhat of a mascot, and necessary for the success of any discussion.

    Wilbur began to take better care of Gorby, keeping better track of him.  I don't think it made a whole lot of difference to Gorby, but he can tell you that.  And there you have it.  If you want to know more about Gorby, you're going to have to read his story. 

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