So the English King brings a little bitty army over to Normandy, and all the French run away. He burns some towns, and more towns surrender. The French King sends his guys to stop them, and they run away. The English burn some more towns, and some more towns surrender. The English send a few hundred men over near Paris, and the French King runs away. The people of Paris begged him to stay; but he wouldn't. The French King sends an army bigger than the English one to stop the English from crossing a little ford across the Somme. His big army runs away. Finally, the French King brings an army eight times the size of the English, and catches up with them at Cressy. As soon as they spot the English, they fall into confusion, start killing each other, get the crap kicked out of them, and then, ... they run away. Then the French King runs away.
Lemme see.... flee, flee, give up, flee, flee, couple of more surrenders thrown in there, butt kicking, run away... Yep, I think I got that right.
How do we know this? A frog hater? An English boaster? Nope. A French historian who lived at the time asked the people who were there what happened, and wrote it down. Name of Froissart. Famous guy. Pulled no punches.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. That's a French saying, you know.
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