A Story, A Companion to Your Evening Hot Chocolate and Mangoes

Once upon a time there was a humble prince named Winston. He was simple and salubrious and only desired to find a mate that would befit his humble lifestyle, and so, humble Winston set out on an expedition to find this one fair and true maiden. He mounted his milk white steed, Jurgis Von Grafenburger IV, and held his fist fiercely in the air as if in celebration—in celebration of what, I know not. (We can only assume it was in recognition of his humbleness.) He pulled the reins encircling Jurgis Von Grafenburger IV’s neck and began his journey with the utmost humility. As he was riding into the sunset (again, why he was leaving at sunset and not sunrise is unknown to me) he flashed a brilliant smile of pearl-like dentures and a humble glance back at the courtiers shrinking into the landscape. As he shot this humble glance their way, he fell off of Jurgis Von Grafenburger IV and suffered a massive concussion. He lay on the moist soil, unconscious yet continually humble as his family rushed to his side. He was rushed to the E.R., but, alas, nothing could be done, and humble Winston flew to Elysium.

~A little ditty from your kind friend,

Winston Hughes VII