Is That Bard Ok?

Somewhere in the English countryside, two average British blokes walk their dog down a public footpath that separates the local woods and a farmers field. “Hark!” one of the gentlemen exclaims. “That yonder Bard do certainly appear disgruntled”. “I concur! Perhaps he requires our assistance?” The other retorts. “Nay, his friends appear to be taking care of the problem” Little did they know, that was the exact reason the Bard was so morose about his current happenstance. His whole purpose within ...