"Sir! Sir!" Maurice ran up to his king. "I have great news! Skipper and Kowalski, your generals, have won the war! Our kingdom has victory!"
***
Kowalski and Skipper strolled through the park. They were covered in bruises from their recent war, though their hearts were filled with the joy of known victory.
"I have never known a day that makes me grieve and leap for glee." Kowalski mused quietly.
"Well said, my friend." Skipper agreed. Then he bumped into an elder otter.
"Oh, sorry." he said.
"Skipper!" the old otter said, and was soon surrounded by two others.
"You shall be shall be Thane of Cawdor." the first one said.
"Then Thane Of Glamis."
"Then you shall be king."
Skipper was too shocked to speak, then Kowalski stepped in.
"Why does he get to be king?"
"You shall not be king. You will be less happy, but happier. Son of your sons shall hold the throne."
Kowalski grumbled something but didn't protest. In a blink of an eye, the otters were gone.
Later that night…
Skipper heard a banging of the door. He opened up to find Maurice, the king's messenger.
"Sir! Sir! You have been chosen to be Thane Of Cawdor!"
Thane of Cawdor? That's what the otter said…
Even later that night…
Dear Marlene,
I have been crowned Thane Of Cawdor. Three hags have given my forewarnings that I shall be king.
Love,
Skippy
The next morning, he got an answer.
Dear Skipper,
King Julian will be attending your kingdom tonight. You must kill him!
Love,
Marlene
