2872. Dinner invitation © Bruce Goodman 12 October 2023 |
Princess Adelaide of Bracksenfeld (a country in Northern Eustantia) wasn’t a hundred percent sure how to knock on the castle door. She had crossed the bridge over the moat and was faced with a thirty foot solid wooden door that didn’t appear to have a doorbell. Knocking on a door that size was like knocking on a rock face in some stony national park. It would have been futile. Princess Adelaide had been invited to dinner by Prince Eugene the Masher. He may have had a reputation for ruthlessness but he was extremely handsome and the most eligible bachelor in the whole of Eustantia. Who could turn down an invitation to dinner with him? Certainly not Princess Adelaide of Brackensfeld. The princess had bought along a cheap bottle of wine and a box of after-dinner mints. They were a gift to her host as a thank you for a delightful evening. She knew that the Prince absolutely adored a cheap Merlot and after-dinner mints. (Cheap wine in a castle is a hard thing to come by). Princess Adelaide had knocked on the gigantic castle door three times and nothing had happened. Then a voice wafted through a crack in the castle wall. “Welcome to my castle, Princess Adelaide of Brackensfeld. Please place the wine and the after-dinner mints on the shelf to your right. When you have carefully done that please pull the rope that hangs down to your left.” The princess was amazed at how simple the process of opening the door was to be. The rope either opened the door or rang a door bell. She was about to find out. She gave the rope a good tug. A thirty ton block or granite dropped down from a great height on top of the princess and squashed her beyond recognition. Prince Eugene the Masher came through a side door and grabbed the wine and after-dinner mints. “Yum,” he said. Back to Index Next Story Previous Story |