Tyrolean Nuns

On the evening of his death he was so happy, it is true that not one of them suspected or presumed a malfunction or an illness, even doctors had no clue that the old father of the clan was simply doomed. He was stout and overbearing, with a voice like distant thunder and he stalked around the acreage like a king. What a let-down to an icon who is buried six foot under, I remember that the news came like a sting. Fourteen sons he left to battle over tantallising riches, there was only one true method they would choose. All the screeching and the warnings from their individual bitches who would sit at home and cry the bloody blues, would not matter one iota, heads would come off very soon 'til the one true heir was left to get the gold, and at sundown they would battle in the light of the full moon, and the servants count the heads as off they rolled. And that night they counted slowly, thirteen heads fell into mud and the youngest of the brothers wiped his sword. There was silence in the courtyard and the grounds were drenched with blood and the warrior was grinning looking bored. Then the moon left to recover his own sanity again, the survivor was surrounded by fourteen, they all promised to obey and to forget their previous men but the gods that day were simply very mean. Thus an army of Etruscans had surrounded them at once and their arrows were the very deadly kind. They killed all of them, no mercy yet two visitors with guns had been staying at the castle and behind an old juniper they hid, shaking wildly like dead leaves though the cards were clearly stacked to help them out. And they stayed within the shadows, very quiet just like thieves, when the voice of the head soldier yelled 'Come Out '. So they stepped into the open, dressed in white and raven black, 'twas their habit as 'Tyrolean Sister Nuns', wisely choosing to look humble and avoiding an attack, they had hidden in their garments their big guns. Now the army had dismounted, all then joined the nuns in praising God, who was the only one, knew of the treasure, they decided then that this had been an utterly amazing, unexpected but successful and rare pleasure. And they gave the run-down castle and all land to the believers who did promise that they'd build a monastery. If you ever ask yourself about Tyrolean achievers, how they got so rich and stayed so very merry. Then you know now how those things in the beginning, can look dicey, also scary and remote. Rest assured though that there are a dozen nuns (and all are grinning) in that castle, all surrounded by a moat.