A SEMI-TRAGIC TALE
I will never forget that sorrowful day when the Queen’s royal blood drenched me to my core. I never knew the pains of this world, for all I knew was peace.
It was yet another gloomy day, gallons of rainwater pouring from the heavy clouds. Although it was dreadfully dark and dreary, the steady “thump” of the liquid hitting the ground had a kind of rhythm to it, quite peaceful to the attentive ear. While I drifted into a daze, a loud sound quickly woke me.
As I looked around the wide field of brown crops and hidden flowers, I noticed a servant had dropped his goat. No, you did not misread that. The servant, named Arisinias, had slipped in a puddle and dropped his master’s goat in the thick, wet mud.
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