*
“Jim? Where are you?”
“Oh, Mother, is it time already? Can’t I stay a little longer?”
“No. We better get back to the farm least the chickens starve. You don’t want the chickens to starve, do you?”
Jim sighed. His father had travelled to Draynor for the purchase of corn seed, a trip that would see him absent for a few days. The chickens were left as Jim’s responsibility.
“Okay Mother.” Jim looked to the far distance where a haze of dust bespoke the receding army. “It’s chickens for me, but one day I’ll be a hero,” he muttered. “I’ll be an adventurer riding to fame and fortune, or a knight riding to war and glory. “Perhaps, one day, I’ll be a king ruling my own kingdom!”
It was a common day-dream, and Jim was still fancying himself far above his station long after the chickens were fed. He was sat at the kitchen table when his mother tapped the plate in front of him.
“You’ve scoffed the good bits, but you won’t get dessert till you eat your vegetables.”
Still in his dream, Jim proclaimed, “When I’m King, I won’t eat brussel sprouts. In fact, I’ll make them illegal.”
His mother laughed, “Well, when you’re King you can eat whatever you like but, for now, you’ll eat what is given you.”
END
30-Jul-2019 22:55:00
