castel

Far, far away in the magical land of imagination there lived a prince whom only existed in ones head. He lived in a castle, as princes generally do. This was no ordinary castle; his father ruled this one. Most people never considered him as “Father” but as “The Evil Guy”.

Sometimes the prince was out side when he heard people talking about his father. They talked about him without even knowing him. This made him angry. He would often run to the highest tower where he would weep.






Whenever he was up there he was often mistaken for a damsel in distress. Knights, princes and peasants of all shapes, sizes and mentel stability would come. After realizing the mistake they made they would stand there dumb founded, then laugh. They would call him a pansy. This would make him even angrier. He was not a pansy. He was not afraid to show his emotions; therefore he was not a pansy. The rescuers were pansies. They would then leave.

One day he was walking to nowhere in particular. He saw a castle. This castle he had never seen before. Inside it he saw a beautiful woman within the tallest tower. She had no part in this story, so she was quickly forgotten.

He approached the mysterious building. It was very strange. There was no mote surrounding it. The door slowly drew up. The inside appeared abandoned. He slowly stepped inside. He stopped, but the sounds of his footstep continued. “Welcome!” said a disembodied voice. The prince looked around with terror. He could not find the source. The only logical explanation was that it was coming from the air its self, but he knew that was not logical. A jester with an incredible looking face-lift suddenly appeared before him. “Welcome to the traveling kingdom.” he said.

“A traveling kingdom?” asked the prince.

“Yes,”

“What’s a traveling kingdom?”

“This ought to sum it up; basically a traveling kingdom is a kingdom that travels,”

“Why would any body want a traveling kingdom?”

“Well, with this traveling kingdom we go from area to area to give people a chance to be in castle when they may not get a chance to other wise,”

The prince looked out an oddly placed window to look at “the Evil Guy’s” castle. “For cheap I must add,” added the caffeine drunk entertainer.

“Why such a daft concept?”

“My, my, my! You are full of questions now aren’t you?”

“I am?”

There was brief silence before he spoke again, “Have fun,”

“Thank you.” said the prince as he began to walk down the main hall.

“Half a penny please,” the jester called back.

The soon to be king reached into a small bag in which he was carrying. “Hears a full one. Keep the change.”

“Thank you! Would you like a tour?”

“Sure.”

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After several hours of touring the great halls and the not so great ones they ran across one room in particular. I do not want this story seem to long, but I am obliged to tell you about it anyway.

It was a midsize area with a noose hanging within the middle. There was a cat hanging in it. The jester’s normally joyful face transformed into a sinister snare. “CERIOUSITY!” he yelled with a loud scream.

A few minutes passed while the poor cat hung on to its life. A bizarre looking man appeared, his back was hunched and he had a face that was to funny to describe.

“Yes?” he asked.

“What did I tell you about the cat?”

“I’m sorry,”

“You better be! Well you know what to do,”

“Yes,” he said as he began loosening the rope.

“That is Curiosity, he likes to live up to his name.”

“Really? Well, that must not be very hard,”

“Not really, no,”

The cat finally escaped its almost certain death and ran out the window in to the water below.
The jester ran over to see the cat one last time. “Well, at least you didn’t kill him that time,” he noted with glee.

“Where did that mote come from?” asked the curious prince.

“It does that every now and then.”

“Oh. Well anyhow, who’s this guy supposed to be?” he said pointing at Curiosity.

“He’s my servant.”

“The jester has a servant?”

“Well you see, I run this place when there in no one on the throne.”

“Oh, there aren’t any more puns here, are there?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Why is this such an odd place?”

“Well to make a long story short, our local wizard, whom provided most of the construction, conjured up a little to much alcohol for himself.”




“Well, here you are!” cried the jester.

They stood in the largest room within the castle. At the far end there was a massive throne.

“Do you want me to be king?” the prince asked with a puzzled expression.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you were the first one to walk through the door.”

He prince began walking to the throne. It appeared to be a mile away; it was a mile away. After several minutes he was finally sitting on it.

“Catch!” cried the jester as he threw a crown.

The unofficial king caught it and placed it upon his head.

“Oh, by the way! What’s your name?” the joker asked.

“Bobfiss,” replied the king.

“Bobfiss? What king of name is that?”

“A sick joke. What’s yours?”

There was a long pause before he answered with “automobile.”

“Automobile? And you’re complaining about my name?”

“Sorry.”

There was echoing throughout the halls. It was of feet.

Then the author got tired of writing this stupid story, so he decided to kill everybody off. And they lived happily ever after.