Outside, it was a crisp day. A few high clouds and sun. The temperature was such that one could ride a horse for hours with out it working up a sweat nor having to remove ones coat. In a tree near the Tavern door, a small bird had watched the Frenchman enter the building, then went about its business of looking for bugs, nice juicy cockroaches. It had to stop and look back towards the building as a roar came from inside...... Ah yes, Der Wurger must be in der Haus.......
"Ach, Mein Gott!!!! Was ist Das!!"
Came the bellow as he alighted from the stairs. "Vhy, es ist einer neuer Frenchie
". Moving up beside the officer, Der Wurger continued, "It is very quiet here as you French are in mourning," he said as he indicated the pouting French officers in the corner of the room. The French officers were all sitting around the table, crying in their beer and had cotton stuffed in their ears.
"Ja,ja, the dead of the Emperor is not so much, aber, the loss of perfume and rouge was just too much."
"Well, if Herr LTC Kling can bear it, I'd sing you a Lied, aber, until then, lets Drink!"
"Helga, Helga, meine Schotz, eins mehr fur mir!"
"So, Welkommen mein Herr, come see me some time with a battle using HPS Liepzig or NRC"
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