One jump, one whistle, and one fart was the highest level of entertainment at the time I guess. I’m glad human entertainment has evolved beyond the humor level of my six year old son.
Imagine 20 years on, he’s an established country gentleman, married with grown children, and he still has to ride to court every Christmas to fart for the king.
it was genuinely so fucking boring that people were more than happy to give any visiting traveller free food and housing so long as they told some stories and news, you could straight up live your life as a travelling storyteller because everyone was so dreadfully desperate for some entertainment.