I decided to write about this quote but it took awhile to get going, sorry I am late. Had to do some creative arranging to fit ancient times though.
'The drunken tricycle race really added some class to the Tour de France, until everyone wiped out and started to puke.'
Drabble – 'text the next morning' - 300 Words
Two gardeners walked through the gates to the Royal Gardens. They took a couple of steps and stopped, taking in the scene in front of them.
Scattered around the beautiful flower were men in various poses. Next to most were puddles of mush, the likes of which the gardeners could only imagine.
The King was lying in the fountain, his head on the ledge, half a body was sticking out from under a rose bush, someone had their feet on top of another's face and General Hephaestion was on top of the statue in the fountain sitting on a little stool.
"I wonder how it all started?" one of the gardeners asked.
'I don't think I want to know." replied his friend.
It had started out innocently enough, two men boasting about how fast they could run and then challenging the others. Someone thought that wasn't fair because his legs were longer or he weighted less. After huge amounts of wine consummation, slurred speeches and much arguing, they decided to have a race around the two fountains.
The catch was that half of the men had to carry a companion of their choice on his shoulders.
All was going well for Alexander with Hephaestion on his shoulders, but too much wine, a slight fear of heights and a little seasickness was too much for Hephaestion's stomach. When Alexander saw the results of this, his tummy joined in the fun. Soon everyone was rolling on the ground adding to the mess.
"Why do you suppose General Hephaestion is on the stool?" one of the gardeners said scratching his head.
"I don't know but I'm not going to wake him up to ask him."
Both turned back towards the gate, deciding to work on the gardens later when there was less clutter.