Tuesday, June 11, 2013

The Good King



He was a good King, a King who cared deeply for his People and governed with a firm but gentle hand.  He often travelled in disguise through his Kingdom seeking ways to improve the lot of his subjects.
On this particular day, His Majesty had decided to go visit this newfangled invention: a full of wonder Department Store equal to the best that London or Paris had to offer.  The concept was in its infancy and did intrigue the Monarch very much.  As he was strolling from marvel to greater marvels, all in the sudden, at the turn of an aisle, he stumbled on a young man holding a distressed child.  The child was crying, “I want my Mommy, I miss my Mommy” in a sad voice interrupted by large sobs, bid tears rolling down her chicks.  The Man, her Dad he assumed, was trying his best to comfort the child with that clumsy way of a Dad obviously suffering almost as much as the child does.  The King was also deeply upset, thinking of the future life of the poor child deprived of the tender love of her Mother.  He was much troubled by the injustice of the situation, wondering what he could do to ease their pain.  However, the issue was promptly resolved when Mom came back from the restroom.

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