I have a story to tell:
“Once upon a time there was a King whom had never known love. When he turned 18. He killed his tyrant father and usurped his father. Blood on his hands and war on his mind he hired a jester to sooth his mind. Many jesters came in but, none were up to the task they all feared the king for the blood on his hands. Until one fateful day a jester walked in laughing, and joking about anything. This jester was small, not half the kings size, but she stood with the attitude of a man twice of the king’s size. The king fell in love at first sight her confidence, pride, and jokes that calmed his might. After many years together he asked for her hand and she quickly agreed. Once married she bore him a son a small boy with the kings golden eyes. His name? Joseph the first, a kind sort of king who had his mother’s sense of humour and his father’s stern face. Whenever he made threats or a foolish decree he had one thing to fall back on. He would rise from his throne and puff out his chest before declaring, ‘I am joe king!’”
