Aug 24, 2004 23:59
I was walking across the road the other day, my main objective being to get to the other side, when through my human bi-focal vision I glanced upon a small limp chicken.
He cried, but nobody came. Nobody came when he cried.
As a good samaritan would, I cradled his fragile body in my arms and carried him to the nearest chicken resuscitation point (located conveniently 50 yards down the road.)
He clucked with glee, looking into my eyes with relief, gratitude and slight embarrassment. He proclaimed
"I am King Szedule, the Chicken Tsar. As reward for saving me from dying, I will grant you a wish."
And I'm thinking JeezChickenTsarI'vegonecompletelyoutofmywayforyouIwasjustwalkingdowntheroadmindingmyownbusinessandIsaveyouandontopofdealingwiththefactthatyou'reatalkinggeniechickenIonlygetonewish?!PAH
"PAH!", I said. "I demand more wishes!"
"No" was his reply.
"Fine." I then said, immediately following his previous rejection of my previous demand. "I wish I had an infinite number of wishes!"
So he granted that wish. But it turned out the wise fowl Tsar was almighty, as my world since then erupted around me, and I have become greedy and corrupt.
Although I am now King Of The World and King Of The Ring '99.
True Story.