Bedtime Story: The Prince Who Talked Too Much

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(I told Wyatt this story the other night at bedtime.)

There once was a prince who talked too much.

So his father, the king, banished him from the kingdom to a cave in a forest nearby.

Everyday, a knight would come and bring the prince food.

Now the prince was all alone. He had no one to talk to. So he named a pine cone Paul and a stick named Sam. They were his friends.

One day, after a really bad storm, the knight did not come and bring food.

The prince waited and waited, nothing. So he decided to travel back to the castle to see what was wrong.

Traveling through the forest, past hills and a river, the prince came upon the castle.

Both outside and inside there looked like a battle had occurred. Dead soldiers lay everywhere.

He looked for his family but they were no where to be found.

The prince was alone.

And so he crowned himself king and ruled over the pine cone named Paul and the stick named Sam.

70 years went by. Two children happened to come upon the castle that was now falling apart.

Entering the throne room, they saw a skeleton sitting on the throne. On the ground, in front of the skeleton, was a pine cone and a stick.

The End.

(The look on Wyatt’s face at this point was priceless. Pure shock. I could tell that the story was far too bleak. I scrambled quickly to make things right.)

But that wasn’t the end. When the prince entered the castle, he searched for his parents.

In their room, on his dad’s dresser, sat his father’s crown. The prince put it on.

He noticed then that the dresser had swung back away from the wall, revealing a secret passage way.

The prince entered and walked down a set of stairs that ended at an underground river. There was a boat and a note:

“My son, if you are reading this, something terrible has happened and we have escaped to the mountains. Use this boat to come join us.”

And so the prince got into the boat and floated his way to the mountain fortress his family was now living in.

The prince was no longer alone.

The End.

Also, turns out that the skeleton that was sitting on the throne, 70 years in the future, was not the prince but just a random guy. The pine cone sitting in front of the throne was just a pine cone, and the stick just a random stick.

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