in the cushioned straightjacket

Let me tell you a story, Minoth says. Addam nods, as if wise, and the story begins: prince bold, ideals airy, beautiful land and better conversation.

(Someone has to learn all this.)

Let me tell you a story, Minoth says. Addam nods, as if fearless, and the story continues: princess sharp, dragon knobbled, full days and fuller nights.

(Someone has to pen all this.)

Let me tell you a story, Minoth says. Addam nods, as if magnanimous, and the story ends: wizard sour, creatures meek, saddened townsfolk and miserable king.

(Someone has to sell all this; the storied tale, over.)