In the jungle
There were two tribes, constantly at war. They would battle each and every day, and when a battle was won, the fighting men would return home to see their king sitting on his throne, and he would bless their victory and a great feast would be had, and then the men would retire to their grass huts to pleasure their wives and sleep, ready for the next fighting day. One day, one of the tribes raided the other tribe's village, and stole the throne! But in the raid, the king's son and heir was killed.

The fighting men brought the throne back to their village along with the sad news. And although the king was pleased that they had captured the sacred throne, he could not overcome his sadness and anger at the thoughts of his son dying at the hands of his enemies. So he decreed that the throne be placed in a special building, to be built that very day. And it would remain there until the entire enemy tribe was wiped out, to avenge his son's death, and only then would he sit on the enemy's throne and be declared King of the Jungle.

So the building was built, of mud and grass, and the throne was placed inside, and the building sealed. A bloody war ensued. Battle after battle took place, and gradually the village ground down their enemies. Many lives were lost on both sides, but after a year, the village had managed to wipe out the other tribe, and the fighting men returned home covered in glory. The king was happy that his son's death had been avenged, and he declared that there would be a huge ceremony to celebrate his crowning as King Of The Jungle.

So a feast was prepared, and the whole village came together to eat and drink and to dance. And at the end of the feast, the king was carried to the building that contained the other tribe's throne, to take his title. The building was unsealed, and as the tribal shamans opened the door, the whole village flooded inside to see their king crowned.

But as they did so, whispers started to go round the crowd, and they developed into a huge uproar! The king shouted for silence, and there was silence. His bearers carried him into the building, and there was the throne, rotten and decaying! Covered in maggots, creepers and mould, the smell was horrible.

The king stared at the throne for a long time. And his wife, beside him, did so too. Eventually, she turned to him and she said...

"Well, you know, this just goes to show. People who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones."
(cypherspace is not a toaster, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 16:17, 1 reply)

Excellent!
Excellent indeed!
( SpankyHanky, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 16:54, closed)