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The King That Almost Wasn’t pt.4
When the wizard, he entered, ‘twas just before morn. And there in his hand was the unicorn’s horn. They attacked him from low and they hit him from high. The fox bit his knee and the hare poked his eye. The wizard, he trembled, he shook in his pants. For inside his trousers marched an army of ants. A catapult was needed so the mice gathered spoons, as they danced and whistled and sang out some tunes. The frog spit out warts on the wizard’s old face. While the rabbits did kick him with much style and grace. With spoons on their backs the mice all did chime, 'We’re ready! We’re aimed! We do think it’s time!' The squirrels all came running with bags full of nuts. The fireflies kept rhythm with the clang of their butts. The catapults were filled with nuts that went flying. Hitting glasses and jars and all without trying. A walnut whizzed by bounced there, there and here. Then plopped right inside the wizard’s left ear. The fairies flew over with feathers and tar. They covered the wizard from near to the far. The last nut came flying and the wizard went down. He moaned and he groaned and he said with a frown, 'Abracadabra, abracadee, from the frog you are, to the steed you be!' The room filled with smoke from the front to the back. And there in its midst was a unicorn of black. His head was still bare where the horn used to be. And the wizard was laughing, he laughed with such glee! For there in his hand with the last of his might, he held to the horn, he held to it tight! They knew they were beaten, the tale had been told. The wizard would win and the world would grow cold! They watched in full dread. They watched in surprise. They watched the old mage as he started to rise. But before the old wizard could climb to his feet, he was struck from behind. He met his defeat. A blow from a nut, I think an acorn. Had brought the mage down and let loose the horn. A giggle was heard, somewhere in the room, perhaps in the corner behind the old broom. On closer inspection in the amber lamp light, Flew the most beautiful, wonderful sprite! She grabbed up the horn, she put it in place and watched as a smile spread on everyone’s face. Their quest was now over, for all was set right. They had back the horn, they had the king’s sprite! The mage was her captor the castle, her cell. He made her a slave, and an orphan as well. But, a hero she was, a queen she shall be! They told her the tale. She cried out,‘Who me?’ The unicorn bowed, the crowd gave a cheer. The sprite did a backflip and wiggled her ear! It was tiny and pointed and really quite dear, But this beautiful sprite had only one ear! They gasped,they choked, they stared in such awe. What would the king say about her small flaw? But the king didn’t notice, 'twas love at first sight. A celebration was held that lasted all night! The king had found love, respect, even laughter! And the king and his queen lived happily there after!
Again I beg your pardon for the length of this submission but I believe this to be the last of my story. I appreciate any and all comments or suggestions.
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