The village had many small huts for the small peasants, yet a colossal castle stood in the middle of the town. The peasants despised the king and his knights. Nobody respected their vile decisions, and abusion of authority. One peasant believed otherwise, however. The short man, named Sling. He found himself in a bit of a situation.
"I apologise good Sir Knight but I believe thou'est be standing upon my foot." Sling informed the knight, in hopes that he'd move. He struggled to stay standing, he shook back and forth.
"Silence peasant, I can stand wherever I wish. I sincerely apologise for crushing your toes!" Through gritted teeth he spoke, like a bull letting out a puff of steam.
"Sir Knight, I'm sorry but I believe thou'est isn't good!" Baffled by the response he tried to get the knight's full attention.
"Say as you wish peasant, from your mouth it's rubbish. I apologise for pushing you down!" He barked angerly. Then the knight turned toward Sling and within a second Sling found himself uncomfortable resting in mud.
"I sincerely apologise for this but I also believe thou'est a vile knight." Sling yelled, with some hesitation. The knight, without a moments thought, turned eyes opened wide.
"I'm sorry but I don't recall giving you the permission to continue talking, trash!" The knight, fighting the heating rush of anger said, trying to be calm.
"I'm especially sorry for you because, thou'est doesn't recall how to speak in a civil manner." Stubby Sling screamed at the knight.
Then one more time, the Knight looked over at Sling, quite mad. "Thou is sorry? I'm sorry you think that your opinion is even in balance with mine!"
"I apologise for thinking I could speak in a friendly manner with you, Sir Knight." Sling felt as though he had, 'won' the conversation.
"Thou'est shall not walk freely in this city again, I'm sorry but I'm sending you to the dungeon." The knight looked one final time.
He smiled and looked at Sling, "Funny how you peasants think you have a shread of power in this society." Sling fell to his knees. He never thought a knig- anyone could be so cruel.
Sling was then dragged off to the dungeon, with no resistance. Thinking that what he had done was his own fault, that he should have been more respectful.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Two Ants
On the lovely blindingly bright day an ant went walking. He then noticed another ant nearby with a strange look on his face. He moved straight to the other ant.
“Hey how you doing?” asked Ant1. He stared at the other ant slightly worried. His head turned slightly to the right.
Ant2 looked up, “I’ve been better. I saw an anteater,” he replied.
Ant1 instantly gasped, “That’s no good,” he frowned.
“It wasn’t so bad, he had no tongue,” Ant2 remembered. In the tall grass as he moved around he saw a horrid head. The eater was roaring in triumph obviously he had recently devoured the plate of food that was a different anthill.
Ant1 let out a sigh of relief, “Well then, that’s great!” he smiled. Without a tongue he could no longer eat their friends and family.
“Not exactly, the anteater had sharp teeth,” complained Ant2.
“Oh dear, how horrible,” Ant1 whined. Realizing that the length of the snout was just enough to reach down and snatch ants with hulking speed to an outrageous height.
“I wasn’t afraid though, because he was stuck in a trap,” Ant2 heroically explained. When the ant had pushed through the heavy colossal grass he sighted the mammoth creature. This titan although powerful was caught in a immense trap.
“So he posed no threat?” Ant1 wondered.
“To me no to the blind ant walking by him yes,” Ant2 became sad.
“But he got away safely, didn’t he?” Ant1 became quite worried. Imagining the ant moving forward past the demon. With swift extreme speed the monster would snag the blind ant and comsume it.
“Yes but that’s only because I came to his rescue and defeated the anteater,” Ant2 boasted. He stood forward in the sunlight, his chest shining in the brightness.
“That sounds fantastic.” Ant1 stared in amazement.
“Yes, or it would’ve been if the hunter hadn’t come to get the anteater,” Ant2 forced a smile.
“The hunter, how did you get away?” Ant1 asked, quite interested. The almighty hunter had defeated everything he had seen. He also had stomped over many anthill.
“Well the hunter took the anteater away then left taking away the problem in the first place,” Ant2 finished up. Suddenly he didn't seem different from any other ant after all.
“Oh well this was quite an interesting story thank you for telling me,” Ant1 happily walked off, in search of another captivating tale.
“Hey how you doing?” asked Ant1. He stared at the other ant slightly worried. His head turned slightly to the right.
Ant2 looked up, “I’ve been better. I saw an anteater,” he replied.
Ant1 instantly gasped, “That’s no good,” he frowned.
“It wasn’t so bad, he had no tongue,” Ant2 remembered. In the tall grass as he moved around he saw a horrid head. The eater was roaring in triumph obviously he had recently devoured the plate of food that was a different anthill.
Ant1 let out a sigh of relief, “Well then, that’s great!” he smiled. Without a tongue he could no longer eat their friends and family.
“Not exactly, the anteater had sharp teeth,” complained Ant2.
“Oh dear, how horrible,” Ant1 whined. Realizing that the length of the snout was just enough to reach down and snatch ants with hulking speed to an outrageous height.
“I wasn’t afraid though, because he was stuck in a trap,” Ant2 heroically explained. When the ant had pushed through the heavy colossal grass he sighted the mammoth creature. This titan although powerful was caught in a immense trap.
“So he posed no threat?” Ant1 wondered.
“To me no to the blind ant walking by him yes,” Ant2 became sad.
“But he got away safely, didn’t he?” Ant1 became quite worried. Imagining the ant moving forward past the demon. With swift extreme speed the monster would snag the blind ant and comsume it.
“Yes but that’s only because I came to his rescue and defeated the anteater,” Ant2 boasted. He stood forward in the sunlight, his chest shining in the brightness.
“That sounds fantastic.” Ant1 stared in amazement.
“Yes, or it would’ve been if the hunter hadn’t come to get the anteater,” Ant2 forced a smile.
“The hunter, how did you get away?” Ant1 asked, quite interested. The almighty hunter had defeated everything he had seen. He also had stomped over many anthill.
“Well the hunter took the anteater away then left taking away the problem in the first place,” Ant2 finished up. Suddenly he didn't seem different from any other ant after all.
“Oh well this was quite an interesting story thank you for telling me,” Ant1 happily walked off, in search of another captivating tale.
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