The Story of the Miller

Although I find the Miller repulsive and distasteful, I must admit that his story today was rather entertaining.

The appalling Miller told of the time he danced on top of the table at some seedy tavern while singing "99 Mugs of Ale" in his loudest voice. He said they escorted him from the tavern before he reached ten. In spite of this, the Miller continued the song at the door. He is somewhat of a lunatic. I almost laughed out loud, but I stuffed my face in my book to muffle the giggles. This was a failed attempt, as the Miller saw my smile, and patted me on the back saying "You're not too bad after all, Kid." I guess he's not what he seems. I still do not appreciate his screaming in my ear, but I now have a funny friend.

I must go relax and get rid of my headache from the Miller. What a friend...