We’ll get to that later.
Today is le day of le birth of Le Clown. If it had fallen on a Monday, we would have likely gotten a day off from work.
Something to live for next year, I guess.
The Ringmistress (Le Ringmistress if you are Quebecian) has planned a special birthday surprise for his magnificence™ that I can only assume involves a clown car and monkeys. I am a pawn in this surprise. This post will give Le Birthday Boy™ a letter of le alphabet and a nudged to the next stop on le Scavenger Hunt.
This is why I’ve called in the big guns.
Hugo, are those my tonsils?
That looks like something a serial killer drew.
So what is the super cryptic clue you came up with that will leave Le Clown puzzling for hours?
You’re a regular Sphinx, you know that. So where does he head now?
Fulk if I know too. I am also a Sphinx.
Happy Birthday, dear friend. Although you are older, thankfully you are not wiser.
