Squire Tuck returns from his week away at camp today, and I told him I'd clean his room while he was gone, because it is beyond the skills of a ten-year-old to handle the mess in there, and sometimes you need a fresh start.
As payment for my cleaning, I am stealing this story that I found in one of his notebooks, which I believe he wrote last year, and which is totally him in a nutshell. Two pages and he's nowhere near the point, and he seems to have abandoned or forgotten that he was even writing a story, and yet it has a certain undeniable charm for me anyway.
When I was in third grade our schooll took a field trip to a place very close to a very old castle to witch we one day went and I there learned about "The Legend of the Magic Bed."
The castle was very old, probably used in the 16th century, in witch Legends, Myths, and Folk Tales were once the true warmer of slaves, beggers, and other people.
Here Beggins the Legend:
In the 16th century when the castle was full of people, a servant ran to the King with a letter in his hand, and gasped: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! A moment please." So the King folowed the servant into the "Imperial Letter Office" and read:
Dear Oulac the Imperial,
I was just going to ask my trusty servant Ivan to make me some strong coffee when he reminded me that I was to visit you for three days expect me in four hours.
The servant looked at the king.