The three women
and Warren had been getting to know one another a little better.
Warren was astonished to find such a similarity between their
dilemmas.
"So he gave
you just a week to come up with a decent dance routine? That evil
King must pay for his ignorance!" he demanded angrily.
Willemena butted
in; "Well we couldn't believe it when we arrived for our
performance. The King wasn't even awake. In fact he was snoring! What
a horrible man!"
"Horrible
indeed," continued Waynetta, "and when he finally awoke,
the first thing he said to us was that 'we looked too fat to be in a
dance outfit'."
"And as we
were just about to take up our opening positions," revealed
Wendy, "the King announced that he 'was bored already', and that
we weren't good enough. He mumbled something about three rubbish
storytellers but i didn't quite hear what he said due to the food
being shoved into his big wide mouth."
"Well
ladies, I must tell you the truth," declared Warren. "I was
one of those storytellers! And those stories were the best! You must
believe me. We too were given just a week to improve on our
performance, and when we arrived back home last night we honestly did
try to write again (although not very hard, it might be said). It
seemed as though my two storyteller friends had decided to do
something else, and had resigned themselves to their own unhappy
endings. But me being the man I am, and not wanting to give in to the
tyranny of this most evil of Kings, decided to go right back to the
castle and deal with him all by my self."
"How gallant
and brave of you Warren!" agreed the girls.
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