Rhetorical Musketeers humour book

Free on March 10th including this story

“One down, two to go,” said Sharon, gaining some encouragement from Pathos’ sobbing. “Ethos, it is to you I appeal next. My father is an adviser to the Archbishop, and is a confidante of the King of our country. My mother is a magistrate, my brother is in the Army, and my sister is married to a judge, who..”.

“Enough,” said Ethos, impressed with the family connections of the damsel, “I too will rescue thee.”

“One more to go,” smiled Sharon, “Logos I appeal to thee. Of the 36 damsels in the village, the dwarf chose to kidnap me because I was 18 years old, because I weighed 121 pounds and because I am 5 feet 7 inches tall. My IQ is 134, I have three sisters, and I have recently passed exam 234.5B to enter the Civil Service as…”

“What we waiting for?” said Logos, overwhelmed by the facts and figures of the damsel, “let’s free this fair damsel before it is too late.”

With that the musketeers broke down the door of the tower and rescued the damsel in distress. Sharon was so thankful, but the Rhetorical Musketeers had to leave. As they departed, Pathos waved his still slightly-damp handkerchief at her, Ethos gave her an official Musketeer’s salute and Logos smiled a broad smile, with 14 teeth showing this time. “Take care fair damsel,” said D Arthur Agnan, “Look after yourself and your family.”

Sharon waved as the four horsemen trotted off into the dark forest, towards a house where three bears lived, whose porridge had recently been eaten by another young damsel. But that, as they say, is another story waiting to be told.