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King of Carmalia Checkmated with Turkey Under Breast As told by Thomas A. Nevin
Charles the Rotund, King of Carmalia, has been portrayed as a wicked and cruel regent, however I recall a possibly selfless act that he performed which was much despised by the observers, but according to his majesty it was a selfless act performed to bring dome of the sharing and thanks of Thanksgiving “to the cat” he said. AT the Sixth Ave. house, weeks of planning with other houses resulted in a typically bounteous Thanksgiving feast. Tables, counters and sideboards literally groaned with traditional harvest bounty, bowls of vegetables, deserts, alcoholic punches, dips, ho-de-ourves offerings of all sorts and despite the fact that vegetarianism was a semi dogmatic way of life for many of the celebrants, there was a traditional turkey for those who cared. Hours of feasting, friends, toasting, loving, more feasting, and love had settled the latter part of the day into a torpid lull in which many of the celebrants had either taken a nap, passed out, nodded out or were enjoying the splendid gardens put together by Tom Mitchell. The bellies were now groaning more than the furniture and a daze hung in that late Thanksgiving afternoon. Suddenly, a large shadowy figure seemed to sweep through the kitchen into the feasting hall, and then just as quickly headed to the stairwell for the door out. Adrian’s eye for detail noticed that the large, shadowy figure seemed somewhat larger than normal, and a cry of alarm sprang from his lips alerting all that all was not as it should be “Stop him”. One does not slither from a family feast unnoticed. People jumped up, the phantom was halted by Jimmie Gutierrez, his dark hat and tent-like overcoat were removed from his huge sweating hulk to reveal that it was indeed the selfless King of Carmalia himself, with the 20lb. Turkey under his coat. When questioned by the parties at hand…. He admitted his part, but said it “was only for the poor, hungry kitten at home”. Outrage of course followed and a shameful ejection of his highness. We know not still to this day the King’s true intentions, as numerous acts of gluttony and naughtiness led to his early demise in a miserably overstuffed condition. You might say he was as full of shit as a thanksgiving turkey
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