"Butter, Bread and Green Cheese..." LbNA #47769
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Add Location| Owner: | phynstar   |
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| Plant date: | May 31, 2009 |
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| City: | ??? |
| County: | Mystery |
| State: | Maine |
| Boxes: | 2 |
| Planted by: | The Weathergleams |
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| Found by: | ??? |
| Last found: | Mar 18, 2018 |
| Status: | FFFa |
| Last edited: | May 31, 2009 |
Friesland! O beloved Friesland! How long we have waited for the joyous reunification of our moist land! For the triumphant ratification of our obscure cultural identity! For the time when all Frisians, West, East and North, may stand tall as one, albeit slowly sagging into the quaggy polder, proclaiming independence in our several mutually incomprehensible dialects! For the day when we will at last cast off the condescending yoke of extreme Dutch tolerance and near-complete German accommodation, and breath freely the chill salty damp of the North Sea as it inexorably submerges our homeland once again!
But victory cannot be won without struggle – a struggle led centuries ago by great Pier Gerlofs Donia with his oversized medieval can opener, and led today by us: the international cadre of the Frisian National Party! We, the exiled FNP, have settled here, among you, our closest linguistic relations (for as they say, "buter, brea en griene tjiss is good English and good Frysk"). Here we carry on the struggle. Come to the FNP! Join our quixotic crusade for Frisian liberation! But take note: our secret North American base is well-hidden from outsiders – so well-hidden that we drive right by it ourselves sometimes. Sharp eyes will be needed to find the FNP, though there is an unmistakable sign of our presence. The code you need to find the way is 42130.
Upon your arrival, follow, in succession, the color of Prince John William Friso’s house, the hue of the symbolic Frisian pompebleden, the lighter tint of a good Frisian ko, and the alluring shade of a 17th century Frisian ducat. Along the way, you will pass through a mighty gate we call the Poarte fan Din. Immediately after, look ten steps to the right for your emblem of solidarity with our cause! Continue onward until you turn away from the Waterwolf’s tongue for the last time, in the Hoop fan Goud; look left for the great mossy log on the hillside. There lies our illustrious captain! Then, join us in shouting aloud his cry of freedom: LANG LIBJE FRYSLAN!!!
Well, don’t actually shout – above all we depend on your utmost discretion! Hide all traces of our troves well, lest the prying eyes of the regime discover our secrets. Bring colorful ink, bug spray and semi-aquatic footwear, especially if it’s rained recently. We shall await you, most welcome comrades!
FNP
But victory cannot be won without struggle – a struggle led centuries ago by great Pier Gerlofs Donia with his oversized medieval can opener, and led today by us: the international cadre of the Frisian National Party! We, the exiled FNP, have settled here, among you, our closest linguistic relations (for as they say, "buter, brea en griene tjiss is good English and good Frysk"). Here we carry on the struggle. Come to the FNP! Join our quixotic crusade for Frisian liberation! But take note: our secret North American base is well-hidden from outsiders – so well-hidden that we drive right by it ourselves sometimes. Sharp eyes will be needed to find the FNP, though there is an unmistakable sign of our presence. The code you need to find the way is 42130.
Upon your arrival, follow, in succession, the color of Prince John William Friso’s house, the hue of the symbolic Frisian pompebleden, the lighter tint of a good Frisian ko, and the alluring shade of a 17th century Frisian ducat. Along the way, you will pass through a mighty gate we call the Poarte fan Din. Immediately after, look ten steps to the right for your emblem of solidarity with our cause! Continue onward until you turn away from the Waterwolf’s tongue for the last time, in the Hoop fan Goud; look left for the great mossy log on the hillside. There lies our illustrious captain! Then, join us in shouting aloud his cry of freedom: LANG LIBJE FRYSLAN!!!
Well, don’t actually shout – above all we depend on your utmost discretion! Hide all traces of our troves well, lest the prying eyes of the regime discover our secrets. Bring colorful ink, bug spray and semi-aquatic footwear, especially if it’s rained recently. We shall await you, most welcome comrades!
FNP