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The cheeky rogue Willfraud Thorment is not a wolf in sheep clothing but rather a shamelessly insolent rascal in Viking rags. He is a nuisance to all his fellow humans because of his scams and sneaky tricks. All for personal gain. If you have a taste for waggish stories where you will easily laugh your head off, this could be the story that you have been looking for all along, without realising it.
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Seitenzahl: 38
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
Once upon a time, in the easternmost part of the Svear Vikings’ lands
lay a small village called Fraudbury. The village sat in the middle of the beautiful archipelago of Lake Mälar on an island called Birka.
Willfraud Thorment was standing on the beach near Fraudbury, his native village, looking at the stormy sea and the grey dull sky. He was feeling a bit like the weather. Should he run or should he stay? This time he had really overreached himself by stealing gold and mead from none other than the Viking Chieftain himself, the mighty and dreadful Harold Redberrynose. To make the situation even more serious, all the tipsiness caused by the stolen mead, had led to his seducing Redberrynose's wife as well. Things were really going from bad to worse now.
Willfraud Thorment was by nature an enterprising and bold lad, but all these “noble traits” had unfortunately led him into the not so admirable pursuit of quite dishonourable and criminal activities. His criminal career had set off with petty theft such as pinching juicy herring sandwiches and yummy honeycomb cakes. Very quickly he raised the stakes by stealing large barrels of mead and posh jewellery boxes crammed with gold and silver.
Eventually, he rounded the whole enterprise off with the conquest of several chieftains’ wives, creating a havoc in the Fraudbury community and resulting in all the cheating wives being expelled to the Orkney Islands. (Oh, dear.)
In his unbridled and wild rampaging, Willfraud had quickly overstepped the boundary of the highest Viking society and poached straight from the preserves of the Viking Chieftain, the horrible Harold Redberrynose himself. By seducing Redberrynose’s wife, the final straw eventually came and Redberrynose lost his temper completely. He summoned the Berserk War Council, consisting of his two closest men, Busybody and Barkwell, and immediately started conferring with these two gentlemen on how to “prevent the rampaging of Thorment.”
To curb the crime rate in Fraudbury, as well as to make an example of Willfraud, Redberrynose ordered his men Busybody and Barkwell to capture Willfraud and punish him in different horrible ways.
I wonder if I’ll get extra pay for this, Busybody mused. If so, I must go home at once and recount my money again. It’s very important to keep an eye on your pennies, you know!
Oh my, I’m bored to death here, a sleepy Barkwell thought. I wish to Thor Almighty that Redberrynose would hurry up now! I want to be in the land of nod! Willfraud was captured and for a whole day he was forced to endure the constant tickling of his armpits.
“Help-help-help, I want my mummy!” squealed Willfraud at the top of his voice, while trying to withstand the constant tickling of his armpits.
“Are you going to stop all this reprehensible behaviour of yours, you damned rascal?!” Redberrynose shouted.
After the tickling punishment, Willfraud Thorment was ordered to catch all Redberrynose’s stray poultry in the nearby woods and restore the little birdies safely to the henhouse again. As a final punitive measure, he was made to stand in Fraudbury’s main square with a dunce cap on his head, while announcing all the available bathing times in the local bath house. However, contrary to Redberrynose’s hopes, these punishments didn’t have an impact on Willfraud at all. Quite to the contrary, he thought that his day had been almost like an adventure.
Eventually, all the alternatives of “cosy reprimanding” were totally depleted and there was no other choice left but to inflict upon Willfraud the harshest punishment in the Viking community.
