Once upon a time, long, long ago....

I often learn through stories


     So here goes.
     Once upon a time, a little boy was born.  He was a beautiful baby:  intelligent, bright, happy; born of loving parents.
     In time, this boy grew up and made his way in the world.
     One time, near his birth celebration of three score plus, he committed a sin.
     He did not mean to, but he did.
     He got so caught up in aging, and the problems and fun that come with it, he was overcome with happiness-moroseness and sinned.
     The sin began with a simple request.
     "Let's us venture north to procure vital foodstuffs," said his wife, the Queen.
     "Wonderful.  I have a Groupon for an Italian restaurant in the land of Rocks," he said.
     So on a Wednesday, they ventured to the land of Rocks and ate at a restaurant owned by Sam, the knight from Rocks.
     A copious amount of a fettuccine with a cream sauce, sprinkles of  mushrooms, bacon and ham was served.  He ate himself full and proclaimed the food good.  Not all the food was consumed, and what was left was put in reserve until Thursday. Then they shopped.
     They bought some ground pork in a casing made in Vienna and dined on them Friday night.  He loved the taste of the stuffed all meat sausages with no animal byproducts served on a poppy seed bun, with mustard, pickle and relish but no ketchup.  Do to an error in procuring goods, no tomatoes either, but he ate himself full, and proclaimed the food good.
     On Saturday, the day before the anniversary of his birth, he supped a fine meal at a Beacon in the darkness, or on the Green, with friends and allies.  The slices of naked meat from a distant city, the largest in the realm, was tasty and the wine leggy.  He ate himself full and proclaimed the food good.
    Sunday was a day he shared with the Queen in being honored by decree sealed with a Hallmark.
    Their daughter, Lady Emily,  and her knight , Sir John, took them to a feast in a yonder community named Daysville, where a small restaurant had a table for four in a cramped corner.  But all was made well when the serving wench brought bread stuff, and wine, and soup made with clams.  A baby cow, tenderly nurtured by caring farmers and fed milk soaked corn to create a tender, juicy cut of meat was sacrificed to make this person happy.  As his royal pants with the expandable waist began to expand, the wench returned with a custard like dish with a hard crust that had originated in France.  He ate himself full and proclaimed the food good.
     But wait!!  Upon returning to his castle in the royal chariot, he discovered another dessert, made by a regional Queen of he Dairy.  This cake, in celebration of his birthday, must be eaten also. So he ate himself fuller, and proclaimed the food good.
     By now, his expandable waist pants had become greatly expanded.  He roamed his castle with his belt undone, his pants unbuttoned, and his shirt half off.
     He retired to his personal pharmacy and procured some Tums to ease the clam chowder-veal parmigiana-creme brulee-cookie dough ice cream cake concoction abrew in his stomach.
     And as he sat on his royal chair, he realized he had committed the sin of gluttony.  Over eating, over indulging, over celebrating.
      And he proclaimed himself full and the sin worth it.
The end.