I'm leaning with Alenda on this one, but you'll admit it was hilarious either way
Oh, and since I was the other Moliere, I wrote a poem for our group--it starts with reveal attacking the lion:
A challenged lion humbled in its pride
And from a gnome of stone a blossom plucked
Whilst pumpkins spit and swallow on the side
And crazy man and little doll instruct.
The fallen wine in us lives on, alack.
Not the gazebo after its affront
And though some wished to enter through the back
Wet hungry bones avoided through the front
Fair Tandy cried, we were her only hope
Though she was drugged after a clumsy paw
And yet he made it first atop the rope
It must have been because he has Quick Draw
Tumbling through grease to pierce the luscious witch.
Tears wet her breast, so roll your heal check bitch.