by Ethan<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In a far off kingdom there lived a king,
\n By the kingdom there was a forest with trees old as time,
\n The King had a tunic with a deep shade of purple,
\n bars and coins made of pure gold,
\n A fair wife who was fertile with an eir,
\n He had it all, almost a little too much,
\n One day he became greedy,
\n And ordered hunters and lumberjacks to cut down the trees and slaughter the animals of the forest,
\nIt was a grim day,
\nThe tree that was the oldest and biggest went down first,
\nThe villagers called it grandfather,
\nIt went down in a crash,
\nGrandfather and the other trees were cut down and sold for money,
\nBut no bad deed goes unpunished,
\nSo the next morning the king went to put on his tunic and crown,
\nThe rare jewels on his tunic shone in the sunlight,
\nAnd his beautiful lavender tunic,
\nTurned into a potato sack in an ugly shade of brown,
\n\u201cThe court will make a fool of my garments!\u201d the king screamed in horror like a little boy, \u201cAt least I still have my wealth!\u201d
\nAll the servants held themselves from bursting into laughter as the king stepped down the stairs,
\n\u201cYou dare to laugh at a king!\u201d His yell echoing through the palace,
\n\u201cAt least a king even has a crown to wear and a tunic to show.\u201d A servant muttered to another.
\nHe then went down to the hall to count his gold,
\nBut as soon as the coins touched his finger tips they turned into a massive swarm of locusts,
\nThat ravaged the village’s crops,
\nMaking the king and his kingdom poor,
\nSome servants laughed and laughed, while others realized that they would go hungry that day.
\n\u201cYou all must cease your laughter! Or your head will be fed to the locusts!\u201d the king yelled. The room went silent.
\n He fixed his hair and took a breath. \u201cNow, what is on the schedule for today?\u201d
\n\u201cToday your wife is expected to give birth to your son, my king.\u201d A servant trembled.
\n\u201cGreat then, escort me to the birthing room where my wife lay.\u201d The king responded.
\nThe queen lay in the bed, nervous and stressed.
\n\u201cShe is in labor sir. Now my queen, you must push!\u201d The midwife reassured.
\nThe queen pushed and pushed, almost to the point of passing out,
\nFinally the baby came out,
\nBut, it was not a normal infant boy like the king and queen had expected,
\nIt was instead a giant warthog,
\nWith tusks the size of your arm,
\nAnd eyes red as blood.
\nThe warthog trashed the palace,
\nRipping wall paper,
\nTearing curtains,
\nAnd smashing plates.
\nStabbing local villagers with his mighty tucks,
\n\u201cI have birthed a monster!\u201d the queen screamed, her wig nearly falling of,
\nThe king’s mouth was left a gape from astonishment,
\nHe knew what he had to do now.
\nHe went to the forest,
\nHe planted many seedlings and watered them,
\nAllowing the forest to grow back to its former glory,
\nAnd then left a lock of his hair,
\nA drop of his blood,
\nAnd a bottle of his wine at the forest,
\nThe forest was abundant once again,
\nAnd so was the kingdom,
\nThe sack he wore turned back into his tunic,
\nThe infestations of locusts turned back into coins,
\nAnd the warthog turned back into his beautiful baby son,
\nSo every year the villagers always went to the forest and made sure
\nTo plant a seedling,
\nTo leave of lock of their hair,
\nTo collect of a drop of their blood,
\nAnd bring their best wine.\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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