January 26, 2022
The king was on fire and he couldn't put the flames out. He was panicking. He ran like a mad man.
“STOP DROP AND ROLL!” Screamed one of his servants.
“Somebody get some water from the kitchen!” Shrieked the king’s wife. A handful of people, mesmerized by the bright flames, jolted back to reality and did as they were instructed.
The king continued running back and forth, trying desperately to put out the flames with his hands. It was no use, in fact the flames were only growing larger and more brilliant.
“How did this happen?!” Cried his wife, who was chasing close behind her husband, swatting him with a small handkerchief.
“He got too close to the candles!” Shouted one of the cooks, who was looking for something to combat the flames. “I asked him what fire tastes like- he said he didn’t know but that he’d give the candles a lick and find out! This is all my fault!”
“It certainly is!” Responded the king’s wife. “It’ll be off with your head as soon as this is dealt with!”
The cook sunk to the floor in sadness as tears welled up in his eyes. “Forgive me, Lord. WHY MUST I HAVE BEEN BORN SUCH A CURIOUS COOK!!?”
Half a dozen servants reemerged into the room, all carrying with them wooden buckets of sloshing water. “Stand still!” Pleaded one, as they approached the sizzling King. He couldn't hear them, for his ear drums had long since melted. The servants tossed the water in his direction, most of which missed and splashed across the stone floor. The king became more and more desperate- he ran towards some curtains hoping to smother himself against their fabric and put out the fire. This only made things worse, for the hungry flames leapt from the king's clothes and began snaking up the velvety curtains, filling the room with thick black smoke.