“Ha, I’m the king of the castle, you’re the dirty old rascal…Off with his head…Here comes the candle to see you to bed, and here comes the chopper to chop off your head!”
Rupert woke with a start, sweat drenching his clothes. Phew, it was only a dream.
He startled again at the turn of a key in the lock. The heavy iron door slammed open.
“Good morning, your lamentable highness,” the man in black said. “Ready for the executioner’s block?”
crispina kemp 
Very well done, Crisp! I was chuckling at this one!
Nan
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And again, bring on the unexpected!
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That made me laugh, off with his head ☺️
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I started with *King of the Castle* the rest kinda rolled… like his head
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That made me laugh 🙂
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Good. Intended
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He was dreaming his reality. Oh my. But it was splendid read. Amazing. Way to go! Thank you. 👏
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Thank you, Selma. It was fun, but serious too
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Oh dear! His dream tells me he was one of “those” kings… Off with his head!
This was grea!
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Thank you, Dale. Bit of fun, is all.
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Fun is always appropriate..
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