A pun for Masons

Don't blame me - Blame Jack Watts

Many years ago there was a place in Scotland called the Black Isle. A certain landowner had a magnificent castle that was built by skilled masons who had spent many hours making and adorning this wonderful property. The masons all lived in a village some way away from the caslte, quite a long way actually by horse, and the owner of the castle who for want of a name, I think we must call Ian Fraser, decided to visit the masons on a certain Friday in the month to join in their festivities. It turned out that these festivities became a regular meeting on the second Friday every month.

After some months later, Ian Fraser's wife was a bit upset and tired of being left alone into the early hours of Saturday morning and she insisted to the good Laird, by giving him an ultimatum, that he must return home by 12 o'clock otherwise the drawbridge would be drawn up and he could sleep among the stars.

The second Friday of the next month came, it was an Installation and as it often turned out amongst the masons the Laird forgot about the time and he suddenly was made aware (they did not have watches in those days so how he was made aware, I don't quite know) but he was made aware that 11:30 had arrived and he had three quarters ride to the castle. He then decided that he would go quickly. He mounted his sleepy horse, and gave him a dig in the ribs and off they went towards the castle. Five minutes to go and he was at the bottom of the mountain on which the castle was built and he gave his horse an even larger dig in the ribs and said please get me up to the top before they pull the drawbridge up.

As they reached the top, the drawbridge began to open and the horse took a vallant leap and he missed only to hear Sir Ian say "So Moat It Be!"

Appropriate groans please.