Sammy Hoe: Question 13

Who was declared the best teacher by the Panel of Partial Judges in Happy-Go-Lucky town?

Sammy Hoe: Question 13

Who was declared the best teacher by the Panel of Partial Judges in Happy-Go-Lucky town?

Sammy Hoe:

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Sammy Hoe: Question 13

Who was declared the best teacher by the Panel of Partial Judges in Happy-Go-Lucky town?

Damex333: we know am hahaha, oya feed us more stories.

Damex333: mr inexperience

Sammy Hoe:
Correct! 3pts for U
Karev 19pts(seconding)
You 14pts
Mlegend 13pts

Karev_wite: bro ma pnt is 2o nt 19...i ve seconded 2 ?'s 2dai

Sammy Hoe: Hope kept reciting the quotes, and before he could realize how far he had gone, he was already before the door of Father Sage’s cottage. He made his hand into a fist as he got set to knock the door, but a creepy feeling crept around his veins.
“The Sage is old and frail,” whispered Hope. “And it will be inhumane of me to knock him out of his sleep with my knocks at the dead of a night as this.” “Anyhow, I’ll knock this door anyway,” he said, and for the second time he refrained. Then doubt began to set in.
“I don’t even think the Sage is here,” he said. “He must be keeping vigil in his temple, I’m sure.” He turned to leave for the temple, but another feeling turned him back to face the door.
“I’ve come this far,” he said. “So, I’ll knock.” At a single knock on the door, it gave way rapidly and a voice uttered, “Knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Anyone who knocks, the door shall be opened to him. My door is called the Door of Opportunity. Hope, you’re opportune to be here tonight.”
“Father Sage!” Hope screamed delightfully. “Were you expecting me?”
“Not really. I was only bothered about you, so I couldn’t sleep. I heard your whispers in front of my door, so I came close, expecting you to knock so that I can open immediately, because I don’t open my door without a knock on it.”
“But how come? How come you could hear my silent whispers?”
The old man snapped his fingers and replied, “How many times will I say this, be swift to hear, be slow to speak—”
“That’s true!” Hope spoke up as the man led him to a seat.
“Hope, I’m aging, and so my memory is damaging. That’s why I almost damaged Dwarf Faith’s life today.”
“How? But the dwarf defeated the hurters easily!”
“Not at the first attempt my boy. They struck him down with many darts, but he escaped by miracle, all because of my mistake—I didn’t equip him with the Shield of Faith. You weren’t present then, Hope.”
“Oh! That should be while I was kept in the Pit of Pit Vipers!”
“That pit!” the old man exclaimed in awe. “Were you not hurt by the vipers?”
“They were caged,” revealed Hope. “Each time Mr. Oppressor had wanted to release them to torment me, something would happen and it won’t just happen.”
“That was because I was praying for you in my temple that you’ll not fall prey of the pit vipers.” The man smiled. “All thanks to Father Creator.” The man read the reaction on Hope’s face when he mentioned ‘Father Creator’ so he asked, “Hope, hope nothing is wrong.”
“Nothing—j-just that I’m a bit c—confused,” the boy replied timidly.
“What’s confusing you, Hope? Tell me, what?”
“I—I don’t understand some things, but—but I don’t want y—you to get offended if I ask you. That’s why I’m afraid of asking now.”
Father Sage smiled and held Hope tight. “Say on.”
“And you’ll give me the answers?”
“Of course yes!” the man replied. “But only if they are not the questions of Mr. Nonsense; I mean the type of questions asked in the Fools’ School of Thought. Ask, and the answers shall be given unto you...”
“I don’t know if it would sound foolish,” Hope said with wrinkles on his face, and then the priest replied, “Just ask—”
“Thank you priest,” Hope said with respect. “Thanks for sending Faith to rescue me from the—”
“Is that supposed to be a question?” Father Sage was amazed.
“No, Father, I can’t ask anything until I’ve thanked you.”
“So do I. I can’t ask anything from Father Creator until I’ve thanked him.”
“And he’s the exact person I’ve got questions to ask you about.”
“Go on—ASK!” the priest was delighted, since such questions were the best he’d loved to answer.
“Does Father Creator really exist?”



....What do you think Father Sage would answer?
Answer this question before the story can continue...
To be continued 2mao by God's grace...

Karev_wite: bro ma pnt is 2o nt 19...i ve seconded 2 ?'s 2dai

Sammy Hoe: Question 14

How did Hopefulness rescue himself from the soporific b*reast milk of Limitation?

Karev_wite: he resorted to tit for tat...of tearing her tits apart with his teeth

Sammy Hoe:
Her bosoms? Hmm... nairaland don mutilate my story be dat...
You correct anyway!
He resorted to the tit for tat of tearing her t*eats apart with his teeth
3 clear points!
You 22pts
Damex 14pts
Mlegend 13pts

Sammy Hoe: Question 15 (last question 4 today)

What is Madam Pick offence refusing to give to Mr Oppressor her husband?

Sammy Hoe: Hope kept reciting the quotes, and before he could realize how far he had gone, he was already before the door of Father Sage’s cottage. He made his hand into a fist as he got set to knock the door, but a creepy feeling crept around his veins.
“The Sage is old and frail,” whispered Hope. “And it will be inhumane of me to knock him out of his sleep with my knocks at the dead of a night as this.” “Anyhow, I’ll knock this door anyway,” he said, and for the second time he refrained. Then doubt began to set in.
“I don’t even think the Sage is here,” he said. “He must be keeping vigil in his temple, I’m sure.” He turned to leave for the temple, but another feeling turned him back to face the door.
“I’ve come this far,” he said. “So, I’ll knock.” At a single knock on the door, it gave way rapidly and a voice uttered, “Knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Anyone who knocks, the door shall be opened to him. My door is called the Door of Opportunity. Hope, you’re opportune to be here tonight.”
“Father Sage!” Hope screamed delightfully. “Were you expecting me?”
“Not really. I was only bothered about you, so I couldn’t sleep. I heard your whispers in front of my door, so I came close, expecting you to knock so that I can open immediately, because I don’t open my door without a knock on it.”
“But how come? How come you could hear my silent whispers?”
The old man snapped his fingers and replied, “How many times will I say this, be swift to hear, be slow to speak—”
“That’s true!” Hope spoke up as the man led him to a seat.
“Hope, I’m aging, and so my memory is damaging. That’s why I almost damaged Dwarf Faith’s life today.”
“How? But the dwarf defeated the hurters easily!”
“Not at the first attempt my boy. They struck him down with many darts, but he escaped by miracle, all because of my mistake—I didn’t equip him with the Shield of Faith. You weren’t present then, Hope.”
“Oh! That should be while I was kept in the Pit of Pit Vipers!”
“That pit!” the old man exclaimed in awe. “Were you not hurt by the vipers?”
“They were caged,” revealed Hope. “Each time Mr. Oppressor had wanted to release them to torment me, something would happen and it won’t just happen.”
“That was because I was praying for you in my temple that you’ll not fall prey of the pit vipers.” The man smiled. “All thanks to Father Creator.” The man read the reaction on Hope’s face when he mentioned ‘Father Creator’ so he asked, “Hope, hope nothing is wrong.”
“Nothing—j-just that I’m a bit c—confused,” the boy replied timidly.
“What’s confusing you, Hope? Tell me, what?”
“I—I don’t understand some things, but—but I don’t want y—you to get offended if I ask you. That’s why I’m afraid of asking now.”
Father Sage smiled and held Hope tight. “Say on.”
“And you’ll give me the answers?”
“Of course yes!” the man replied. “But only if they are not the questions of Mr. Nonsense; I mean the type of questions asked in the Fools’ School of Thought. Ask, and the answers shall be given unto you...”
“I don’t know if it would sound foolish,” Hope said with wrinkles on his face, and then the priest replied, “Just ask—”
“Thank you priest,” Hope said with respect. “Thanks for sending Faith to rescue me from the—”
“Is that supposed to be a question?” Father Sage was amazed.
“No, Father, I can’t ask anything until I’ve thanked you.”
“So do I. I can’t ask anything from Father Creator until I’ve thanked him.”
“And he’s the exact person I’ve got questions to ask you about.”
“Go on—ASK!” the priest was delighted, since such questions were the best he’d loved to answer.
“Does Father Creator really exist?”



....What do you think Father Sage would answer?
Answer this question before the story can continue...
To be continued 2mao by God's grace...

Karev_wite: a hug

Michaellegend: Mr. Experience said, stagnancy
is worse, regression is just as worse, but the best of them all is progress... Move forward, progress; move
backward, regress; remain stagnant, regret.”.....my best quote so far

Sammy Hoe: See U all 2mao
Gudnite

Damex333: Gud nyt, but hope nearly made my knock his head o- he went all d way and was contemplating weather to knock the door or not.

Sammy Hoe: Hope kept reciting the quotes, and before he could realize how far he had gone, he was already before the door of Father Sage’s cottage. He made his hand into a fist as he got set to knock the door, but a creepy feeling crept around his veins.
“The Sage is old and frail,” whispered Hope. “And it will be inhumane of me to knock him out of his sleep with my knocks at the dead of a night as this.” “Anyhow, I’ll knock this door anyway,” he said, and for the second time he refrained. Then doubt began to set in.
“I don’t even think the Sage is here,” he said. “He must be keeping vigil in his temple, I’m sure.” He turned to leave for the temple, but another feeling turned him back to face the door.
“I’ve come this far,” he said. “So, I’ll knock.” At a single knock on the door, it gave way rapidly and a voice uttered, “Knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Anyone who knocks, the door shall be opened to him. My door is called the Door of Opportunity. Hope, you’re opportune to be here tonight.”
“Father Sage!” Hope screamed delightfully. “Were you expecting me?”
“Not really. I was only bothered about you, so I couldn’t sleep. I heard your whispers in front of my door, so I came close, expecting you to knock so that I can open immediately, because I don’t open my door without a knock on it.”
“But how come? How come you could hear my silent whispers?”
The old man snapped his fingers and replied, “How many times will I say this, be swift to hear, be slow to speak—”
“That’s true!” Hope spoke up as the man led him to a seat.
“Hope, I’m aging, and so my memory is damaging. That’s why I almost damaged Dwarf Faith’s life today.”
“How? But the dwarf defeated the hurters easily!”
“Not at the first attempt my boy. They struck him down with many darts, but he escaped by miracle, all because of my mistake—I didn’t equip him with the Shield of Faith. You weren’t present then, Hope.”
“Oh! That should be while I was kept in the Pit of Pit Vipers!”
“That pit!” the old man exclaimed in awe. “Were you not hurt by the vipers?”
“They were caged,” revealed Hope. “Each time Mr. Oppressor had wanted to release them to torment me, something would happen and it won’t just happen.”
“That was because I was praying for you in my temple that you’ll not fall prey of the pit vipers.” The man smiled. “All thanks to Father Creator.” The man read the reaction on Hope’s face when he mentioned ‘Father Creator’ so he asked, “Hope, hope nothing is wrong.”
“Nothing—j-just that I’m a bit c—confused,” the boy replied timidly.
“What’s confusing you, Hope? Tell me, what?”
“I—I don’t understand some things, but—but I don’t want y—you to get offended if I ask you. That’s why I’m afraid of asking now.”
Father Sage smiled and held Hope tight. “Say on.”
“And you’ll give me the answers?”
“Of course yes!” the man replied. “But only if they are not the questions of Mr. Nonsense; I mean the type of questions asked in the Fools’ School of Thought. Ask, and the answers shall be given unto you...”
“I don’t know if it would sound foolish,” Hope said with wrinkles on his face, and then the priest replied, “Just ask—”
“Thank you priest,” Hope said with respect. “Thanks for sending Faith to rescue me from the—”
“Is that supposed to be a question?” Father Sage was amazed.
“No, Father, I can’t ask anything until I’ve thanked you.”
“So do I. I can’t ask anything from Father Creator until I’ve thanked him.”
“And he’s the exact person I’ve got questions to ask you about.”
“Go on—ASK!” the priest was delighted, since such questions were the best he’d loved to answer.
“Does Father Creator really exist?”



....What do you think Father Sage would answer?
Answer this question before the story can continue...
To be continued 2mao by God's grace...

Michaellegend:
Father sage would answer like a nigerian guy(question to answer question)
Father sage: with what u have heard so far about father creator, did u really believe he is in existence?
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Gud morning house