September 17, 2004
A humorous story from the Archives
I’ve written several stories in the past that I haven’t posted and I think I’ll post one or two of them now for the fun of it.
There once was a King who was known for his partiality for oysters. No matter what the season he had to have oysters every week. Now this probably would have been all right if he had been king of a land that lay near a sea coast or near a place where oysters were but no where around did any oysters live and it was a weeks journey to the nearest place where they could be found.
So the King kept messengers very busy going there and getting oysters and bringing them back so that he could eat them.
Now, as is usual, this King had a very beautiful daughter, and as is unusual he also had a very ugly daughter.
Both princesses were well educated and both of them were much sought after, for though one was very ugly she happened to be the oldest and would inherit the kingdom and as it was a large and wealthy one(and had to be with the King’s partiality for oysters) so few were daunted by the eldest princesses lack of beauty just as few were not daunted by the younger princess’s lack of wealth and consequence, for though she was a princess as she was not the oldest she would inherit nothing.
One day, a knight came to town. He was not young and handsome and had actually been happily married for ten years though he had been married for a total of twenty three.
He had a son, and his name was George, the mere fact that of all the characters who could have a name and who don’t shows that this character must be very important, as indeed he is. For he shall marry a princess, though I do not say which one he shall marry. That shall be left for the climax.
Now it chanced that while George and his father were staying in the capitol the king ran out of oysters. This happened because of a great storm that destroyed the road completely and prevented messengers from starting and from returning and as for those that were in between, well we shall just hope that their fate was a good one.
The king wanted his oysters and he wanted them before the week was over so he made a decree, the man who could bring him oysters for his dinner could have his pick of the two princesses.
As was intended this decree got a lot of young men busy looking for oyesters and many of them tried riding down the road that had been destroyed in the storm that was still raging and none of them were very successful.
But George, who thought he would try his hand at princess winning, had better luck than the rest. During one of his many adventures that do not come into this tale he had found a shovel. And it was no ordinary shovel, it was a magic shovel and whatever you wanted to find, when you dug with this shovel you had a higher chance of finding it than when you dug with any other shovel. Of course that did not mean that you would find what you sought but at least you would get some good exercise trying.
George was rather fortunate as he dug for he had not dug for more than three hours when he found a bed of oysters. They were fresh too and he felt as good as married to the princess until he looked up and realized he had a dilemma.
He had dug so far down that he could not climb up. This worried him a great deal but he closed his eyes and wished hard for a ladder and dug down and as fortune was with him he found one after only five more minutes of digging. Once he had hauled the ladder up out of the dirt he was able to climb up with the oysters and go to the king.
The king was overjoyed to see the oysters and immediately told George to take his pick of the two princesses.
George carefully considered the situation. The younger princess stood there, radiant in golden curls, blue eyes, and a pastel pink dress with sky blue trimmings. The older sister looked less than attractive in a dull purple dress with bright red trimmings which contrasted badly with her muddy red hair and greenish blue eyes.
George carefully considered while the King had the oysters cooked and by the time that he had decided which princess to marry the King was already on second helpings.
Then George chose to marry the older sister since he felt that he would like to be king and eat oysters every week even though they were very difficult and expensive to get. So George did marry the older princess and they all lived happily ever after, even the beautiful younger princess who was able to elope with a rich lord who was so enamored by her beauty that he forgot to ask what her dowry was and even when he came to his senses about ten years later he was still so in love with her that he didn’t mind that she wasn’t a crown princess.
MORAL: Beauty isn’t everything and neither is Money.
That was part of a collection of stories I wrote called “Elizabeth’s Wonder Clock”. There were supposed to be twenty-four stories in total but I only wrote eight or so. I’m mainly posting it now because I don’t really feel like writing a humorous story right now and I feel as though it has been some time since I posted one. I have not been doing much writing recently. At some point I plan on remedying that.