Roasted

Blazing in the sun three villages that go by the name of Poppycock, Gobbledygook and Hoppityclop were roasting under the heat. Our setting is in the high and mighty village of Poppycock where the ruler of the three lands lives.
He was complaining nastily to everyone about the heat.
“Fan me, fan me because it’s so hot and it’s your fault!” He was sitting on his throne which was, unfortunately, directly in the sun and he was shouting at his builders to move his throne into the shade in ten seconds or they would be sent to the executioner.
“Ahh! This is the life!” Creak, rustle, shiver, shake, tremble. The tree His Majesty was sitting under suddenly came alive, bent down and remarked:
“Excuse me sir, would you care to move as you are sitting on my roots?”
“I am sorry Mr, Mr...”
“My name is Mr Misbegotten!”
“Well Mr Whatsit I am sorry but I do not want to move!”
“Fine!” Munch, munch, munch, SLURP!
Elections for the new ruler:
“All in favour for Miss Clark, ten, twenty – right all in favour of Mr Misbegotten – wow that is more than the whole world!”

And that is how it was. Mr Misbegotten was known as the kind and fair ruler of the lands: Poppycock, Gobbledygook and Hoppityclop so they all lived happily ever after!!

By Amelia