The young prince was known here and there and anywhere else as Prince Brat. No talking cat's of Narnia or dumb cat's of his own land crossed his path.
One night the Tisroc (May He Live Forever) was hosting a dinner party. Sneaking around in the background, Prince Brat tied the ends of the guest's turbans to the backs of their oak chairs.
Then he hid behind a footman to wait.
When the guests stood up to toast the Tisroc (May He Live Forever), their turbans came flying off.
The noblemen cried out thinking that they had been scalped and the Ladies shrieked.
Prince Brat (He was never called that to his face of course) tried to keep his laughter in with putting both of his hands over his mouth but it still came ripping out of him.
The Tisroc (May He Live Forever) saw him and looked mad enough to spit ink! He gave an angry shout, "Fetch the whipping boy!"
Prince Brat was not afraid. He had never been spanked in his life, for it was illegal to spank, thrash, cuff, smack or whip a prince. In acted by his grandfather of course.
Because of this, a common boy was kept in the palace to take the whippings meant for the prince's punishment.
The Tisroc's (May He Live Forever) command traveled throughout the palace, from guard to guard it traveled.
An orphan named Nassof was woken from a deep slumber. He was dreaming of his ragged carefree life before he was plucked out of a sewer to be the royal whipping boy.
Nassof's eye's popped open, "Haven't I been whipped twice today? Gaw! What has Prince Brat done now?"
Once in the great hall, the Tisroc (May He Live Forever) bellowed, "Twenty whacks!"
Nassof reseved twenty whacks like the Tisroc (May He Live Forever)(Or May He Not Live Forever as Nassof often thought to himself) had commanded. He bit back ever yelp and whimper that threatened to spill out of him.
The Tisroc (May He Live Forever) turned to his son, "Now let that be a lesson to you!" he said.
The prince hung his head to appear shameful and said, "Yes, papa." But inside he had an ever growing feeling of exasperation for his whipping boy.
Once in Prince Brat's room, the prince turned to his whipping boy and said, "You are the wort whipping boy I have ever had! How come you never bawl?"
Nassof just shrugged. "Dunno," was his reply.
"A whipping boy is supposed to yawl like a stuck pig! We dress you up in fancy cloths and feed you good food, don't we? It's no fun if you don't yelp and bawl!" Prince Brat said.
Nassof shrugged again. He was determined to never spring a tear for him to gloat over.
"Yell and bawl next time, hear? Or I'll tell Papa to give you back your rags and kick you back in to the streets."
Nassof's spirit's soared. Much obliged, Your Royal Awfulness! He thought, I'll take me rags and be gone in a half a blink of an eye!
Does anyone else feel sorry for Nassof? Because twenty whipping really hurt.
Your guys let me know what you guys think, okay.
Love you all!
~Massy~