It works better if you read this out loud
I purple man lived in a purple house in a purple forest. He had 3 purple children and a purple wife to support but very little purple money so he decided to go purple hunting. Unfortunately the purple forest he lived in belonged to a purple king. The purple man hid behind a purple tree with his purple bow and purple arrow and waited until a purple deer came along. He shot the purple deer but as he was preparing to take it home to his purple family two of the purple king's purple guards came out from behind some purple bushes and arrested him.

The purple guards took him to the purple king's purple castle. It had huge purple walls and an imposing purple keep. The purple portcullis dropped and the purple guards dragged the unfortunate purple man across the purple drawbridge. He was immediately brought before the purple king. The purple king looked down at him sternly from his purple throne. He listened to what the purple guards had to say and then declared “You have no right to steal purple venison from my purple forest. You will be thrown into my deepest, darkest purple dungeon”.

The purple jailor was called. He was a huge purple man wearing purple leather clothes, with a purple chain wrapped around his purple waist. He had an enormous purple bunch of purple keys hanging from the purple chain, and a large wooden purple club in his purple hand. “Follow me”, he said, in a grating purple voice. The purple guards dragged the poor purple man off, following the purple jailor.

The purple jailor pulled aside a purple tapestry to reveal a purple doorway, then lead them along a purple corridor, down a steep, tight spiral purple staircase, into a large purple chamber. It was purple dark, with flaming purple torches illuminating the dank, dripping purple walls.

All along the purple walls were heavy purple oak doors, bound with thick purple iron bands. Each purple door had a small purple grill set into it at purple head height, and a large purple keyhole. The purple jailor indicated a purple door and selected a purple key from the purple bunch at his purple waist. He inserted the purple key into the purple lock. He turned it with a squeaking purple sound of purple metal on purple metal and pushed the purple door open, with an ominous purple creak. He turned to look at the poor purple man, with an evil purple grin on his ugly purple face. He opened his purple mouth to speak, and said, “Indigo”.
(Smale is stuffed, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 20:20, 2 replies)

Haha
That made me purple chuckle.
( kingofpork is the king of pork, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 20:50, closed)

"Each purple door had a small purple grill set into it at purple head height"
About 8 inches lower than waist height?
(SpunkyMcSpunkbubble Diddled your nubbin on, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 22:24, closed)