📜 Manual of Education for Young Nappius

Chapter III — On the Profile

“A Nappius does not observe himself out of vanity.
He observes himself out of respect for his ancestors.”

“Remember, Octavianus… a Nappius never passes by a reflection worthy of attention.”

“Still water surfaces are an opportunity for family contemplation.”

“Every Nappius has a moral duty to verify, at least once a day, that the family profile continues to maintain the dignity befitting the lineage.”

“Observe how, in the seventeenth century, the Nappius profile acquired a slight additional elegance. Experts attribute this evolution to the Florentine branch of the family.”

And Amadeus…

Amadeus would only make matters worse.

He would write in the Annals:

“A dirty mirror is not a mirror: it is a lack of respect for the lineage.”

🔥🌿 Saint John’s Eve After Compline

Chronicle of a medicinally intense night at the Convent. 😂

“I only had a little taste…”

while hugging a bottle of ratafia as if it were a prayer book.

And Sister Potato, sweetly:

“Sister Piety, that was for rubbing on the body.”

And Sister Piety:

“Well, I rubbed it on the inside.”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And in the background, Aurelius, without lifting his eyes from the parchment:

✒️ Aurelius’s Note

Sister Piety has insisted that the ratafia is still a medicinal remedy.

The way she walks suggests that the treatment has been intensive.

I did not consider it necessary to open a scientific debate.

— Aurelius, Chronicler of The Attic

Sister Piety doesn’t do anything wrong.

She simply becomes a little more affectionate.

She hugs the trees.

She says the squirrels are very polite.

And she ends up handing out little pieces of pine-nut cake to everyone.

And, before going to bed, she tells Mother Patience:

“I love you very much, you know?”

And Mother Patience puts a blanket over her and sighs:

“Every year, the same story on Saint John’s Eve…”

🌸 Flowers, Leaves and Other Entanglements

Sister Chastity still didn’t know that not every conversation about vegetables was, strictly speaking, about vegetables.

🌿 The Sisters’ Garden

—Sisters, the zucchini have grown very well this year.

🥔 Sister Potato:

—Of course… with good ventilation, everything grows better…

😇 Sister Piety: My mother always said that to my father…

🥬 Sister Chastity:

—Well, I open the window every night so they can breathe!

And the other two…

DEAD.

A few days later:

—Sisters! I’ve picked some beautiful cucumbers!

🥒🥒🥒

Sister Potato smiles.

—Oh, Sister Chastity… cucumber is always better nice and cool…

Sister Chastity, completely innocent:

—Of course! If it gets too hot, it wilts!

Sister Potato:

—And nice and straight… much better for working with…

Sister Piety can’t take it anymore.

Sister Chastity takes notes:

📝 Important: keep the cucumbers straight and nice and cool.

The Importance of Foo-Foo Ventilation in Monastic Agriculture.

—And this foo-foo… do you air it out enough?

—I’ve always thought that a good foo-foo needs ventilation…

😇 Sister Piety: Hahaha

🥬 Sister Chastity:

—And where do you buy the seeds?

Sunday after Mass:

—What are you planting this year, Sister?

—Well, I’m still looking for foo-foo seeds… but I can’t find any…

📜 OFFICIAL DECREE

“It is hereby strictly forbidden to think about problems until after the croquettes.”

Article 1. If the croquettes are good, the problem can wait.

Article 2. If the croquettes are very good, the problem probably wasn’t that serious to begin with.

Article 3. If there are no croquettes, they shall be made.

Cassanovus enters indignantly.

—“Croquettes do not harmonize with the scent of roses.”

Sister Potato doesn’t even look at him.

—“Eat.”

Amadeus has already had four.

—“I harmonize with everything.”

And Orian, very solemnly, begins to play a beautiful melody.

Sister Potato approaches him very seriously.

Orian thinks:

“She’s coming to congratulate me…”

—“Kid… play faster, they’re getting cold.”

🍺 Master Brewer Otto

🍺 Master Brewer Otto

In Zwergenbach, Oktoberfest hasn’t started yet.

But Master Brewer Otto has already been hard at work for days.

The barrels have been inspected.

The hops, checked.

The beer, duly sampled.

Everything seems to be under control.

Or so Otto says.

Because in Zwergenbach, when someone says everything is under control, it’s usually better not to ask too many questions.

🍺🍂

Oktoberfest is approaching.

And Master Brewer Otto is ready.

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