Very few read my stories. Maybe thirty.

This blog is for those thirty.

The sheriff brought all the sacs to Baron. You could see them, the sacs, swell and move from side to side, then wane. Then once more move.

Baron took some of them and went to the private chamber.

He opened one of the sacs and the giggle jumped out. The baron began to chase after it. Only after two minutes, he caught it and put into the sac. He wiped the beads of sweat that generated while he giggled and put it back into the sac. Tied it well and went to another.

There was mirth that just walked all over the room.  But it walked like a duck swinging from side to side.

Then he opened one with jocosity who decided to stand on the stool and tell jokes.

Then he opened the last sac. The laughter fell out. It began to roll all over the floor. And the Baron rolled with him.

After five minutes alone with the laughter, he felt recharged to full, put it into the sac, and took all of them into the closet, where were other sacs that the sheriff brought to him for years. All over England, Baron's soldiers would rob all the poor creatures of the laugh in all its form and bring it to Baron. People rest gloomy and unhappy.

The Baron went out to the main chamber and nodded to the sheriff "Good stuff but why so little?" - "The Baron, people say they have no more at all" - "Don't believe them. Just try harder. And in meanwhile, take 10 sacs and bring them to my cousin William."

The next day, the sheriff with twenty soldiers departed the Baron's castle and went north.

Their way led through the dark AuthorsDen forest. It was said to be populated by different writes and semiwriters, and almost writers, and those who are not but don't know. And they also said, that there lived some poor creatures, who had to read and comment each day at least in ten places. And a prize for that was some more reading. Very dark forest.

The cavalcade went slowly through the forest and in the darkest place ever (where even lawyers were afraid to come), they were suddenly attacked.

It took just two minutes and all was finished. The tall man with the mask slapped the sheriff and said, "Go to your Baron and say that Jack Hood and his brave Thirty will not permit him robbing all the good people of laugh. We'll give it back to those who really deserve it".

And Jack Hood accompanied by his Thirty devoted friends went to the nearest village by name of Humor-den and gave to all leaving there some laugh and some giggles and ridicule and mirth and joy and fun.  Then he went to other village and other.

And everywhere people cried "Hurrah to Jack Hood and his brave Thirty who brought back our laugh and happiness of life!!"