‘Once there lived a young, ambitious ruler named ‘His Royal Highness, Sir King Fargone.’ All the advisors of the realm felt that Fargone had been crowned to early. They had hoped to wait until his eighteenth birthday, but his father ‘The Old King Nearsight’ placed on his will that his son was to be crowned as soon as the earth covered Old King Nearsight’s dead body.
Now Sir King Fargone was a moderate ruler. Some people liked him, but most thought he was weird. Sir Fargone had a gleaming stone castle with thousands of howling hounds and prancing ponies. He also owned a very large herd of frogs which he doted on daily.
His wife thought he was stupid.
Sir Fargone had seven thousand miles of land on every side of his castle and he was usually good to his neighbors. But Sir Fargone was unhappy. You see, to his left, outside his realm lived a good king called, ‘Sir Baron.’ Baron lived in a shinning castle made of gold. He had millions hopping horses and dancing dogs. He owned a large pack of bears, to which he donated thousands of gallons of honey to daily. Sir Baron’s wife thought he was handsome. His realm stretched as far as the eye could see on every side.
Sir Fargone wanted Sir Baron’s lush, rich, gorgeous land for himself. So he gathered together his army and declared war on Sir Baron. The two armies met, ready for battle. But as Sir Fargone traveled forward, his prancing pony tripped on his howling hound. Sir Fargone flew from his pony and his head landed in a rabbit hole. After that, Sir Baron easily took over Fargone’s kingdom. Being a good king, Sir Baron allowed Sir Fargone to live. He was stripped of his title and was forced to give up his crown to Sir Baron. But Sir Baron didn’t kill Fargone, he enrolled him as one of the Dukes in his new castle of gleaming stone.
“Wife,” Duke Fargone said one day.
“Yes my most adored husband?”
“Seeing I’ve had much time to think lately, I have come to the conclusion that I should have been happy with the kingdom that has been handed down to me from my father and not gone after the gorgeous land that Baron owned,” Fargone looked quiet pleased with himself.
“I only wish that you had thought of this before you had declared war,” his wife muttered.’
I closed the book and glanced at the digital clock above the stove.
“Did you understand the story?” I asked my sister.
My sister shook her head.
“It means that instead of trying to extend his reach, Sir Fargone should’ve been happy with his own land. As a result of his greed, Fargone lost both the war, his land, and his crown because he thought he needed Baron’s land.”
“I still don’t understand,” my sister said.
I laughed, “You will one day!”
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