"E is for Ernest who choked on a peach"
In thought of this, a well manner child, upper class from the large table, large chair, and no one to give him a challenge. At a young children, always feel so brave, to have a backbone, because of his titles, for now owned by his parents. Yet, in time would soon be his. Nothing can stop Ernest; he's on top of the world, the only one who can boss him around, is himself.
So for snacks are his choice, maybe a butler might but in, and out of respect for the chances of the never coming home parents, who choose work over children, won't come near in those rare emotions. That they just use wrongly, to Ernest that is, so complies with one butler, one he sees as a father figure better than his own real father, to eat something healthy.
Unsure what to deem healthy lets the butler choose. A single peach, on a nice clean silver platter, looking ripe from the tropical trees, from worlds he knows nothing of, but one day, will. That thought, just gets his blood pumping when he gets older to be just like his parents. Wanting to see and rule the world, having it all at his fingertips, beck and call.
Everything just there for him, at his will. The only will that matter. Ernest saw it all, in that ripe peach, that gave whisper to temp him. In ways, that comes to understanding to his mindset. Yet, as those eyes with hungry look at it, the words change, to what, some would be wondering? Those whispers change, wicker really, saying he can't do it.
He'll never be anything like those he looks up to, from afar. Only lost in their shadows, never meaning a cent to the world that was a single hand grab away. A challenge it was, and to shut that voice, Ernest takes the peach world, and shoves it deep down his throat.
The whispers stop, a winner is gave, as darkness takes place while Ernest smiles, winning. Swallowing the world, just like that, gone.