".... It was then that the gentle pilgrim, Richard of the Western Mountains, cried out "Oh buds of my tasting, why have you forsaken me?!" And he wept. Inside a small voice called to him " venture forth, kind man, to the land of the languid streams, for it is there you will taste the bounty of the humid waters" The kind man gathered his belongings and as the voice insisted, journeyed to the swampy land. At his arrival, the epicureans of the land ply the stranger with all manner of Dons de la Mer. The wayward pilgrim fell to his knees and cried "My home at last I have found, for no further will I seek the frying of the fishes elsewhere, for there is no rival to the land of Louisiane!!" Thus endeth the parable of Kind Richard and the frying of the fishes For you Rick : D
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