BUP: The Search for The Funny
Chapter 1: The Messenger Dode
"A simple life for a simple dode," is what Bould's father always told him, but Bould didn't take much credence in these words. For a fact, Bould took truly little what his Father said seriously.
From an incredibly early age Bould was obsessed with one thing, the king. He knew everything about the position, the duties, the positions in the king's court, the past kings and their way of doing things. When King Fantasaur V, ruler of the Kingdom of Parodia, passed away, he cried his little heart out, and when King Fantasaur VI was coronated into the throne, he rejoiced like he had never been happier before. To be of the King's command, even in his presence for a minute, would be a privilege too marvelous to consider.
Bould's father, on the other hand, had a different perspective.
He always said, "Son, you'll feel differently when you're older, now bring that plow over here," and then it was back to farming.
If there was something Bould also knew greatly about it was farming. Farming, farming, farming. Bould's father was a farmer, and Bould was his not so willing accomplice. They never a single time missed a harvest.
Every year before the harvest Bould would ask his father that instead of helping him with the harvest, Bould went out and got an apprenticeship, but every year Bould's father would say,
"Why do you need to go out an get an apprenticeship? I'm teaching you valuable skills right here."
And so every year Bould reluctantly obeyed his father's request, growing ever so bitter to him in turn.
"I just can't stand it here Ethon," Bould said to his friend one evening at the pub.
"Yeah I know," Ethon responded.
"I just don't think I can handle it anymore. I ought to fall on my own blade before I farm a single day more."
"Well if you hate it that much, why don't you just run away?"
These words seemed to cut straight into Bould's soul. Run away? He had never entertained the notion before, but now that he thought about it, it seemed like a logical move. His walk home from the pub was cathartic, like a glimmer of hope had broken through his seemingly grim future. When he finally got home, he packed together all his things, then during the night he sneakily existed the house, making sure not to make a sound. Before he went off he swiped some rations from the store house, and then, he was off.
Bould was finally free. Free from farming and his father. Free to do what he wished. Bould traveled far and wide, all across the Kingdom of Parodia. Eventually he gained a deep familiarity with the entire Kingdom.
One night, Bould had found himself in a pub in the Capital City of Nentendoh, when an ornately dressed dode entered the establishment with a decree,
"I am of the king's court. King Fantasaur VI is searching for a viable young dode to act as his royal messenger. The perspective dode should have a working knowledge of the entirety of the Kingdom of Parodia and all its parts and history."
Bould could not believe his ears. Not only did he, almost by fate, fit the criteria perfectly, it was all that he ever wanted.
Bould quickly pronounced, "I shall be a of the King's service!"
"Okay then come along," the dode responded.
And so, Bould was escorted to the castle, to be a personal servant to the throne. Bould, the messenger dode.