Article Nonsense found himself being led down the narrow ‘chute’ known as Death Row with a feeling of unease. He couldn’t be sure what bothered him so…
Arty, the honorary knight, Fumbelweed the imbalanced wizard, and Percy the talking horse walked into a bar.
‘How far until the Pantomime desert?’ Arty asked Percy the horse. Percy was sharp-witted. However, he had a rather pessimistic view of human behaviour. Arty had asked him his views of animal subservience to humans. Percy replied that it was merely a matter of perspective.
Arty’s fall and imminent death were delayed, but he couldn’t quite comprehend how or why. He found himself hanging upside down with the sky below and the intense darkness above. Looking up or down, whichever direction showed him his feet, Arty realised that his horse had somehow wrapped the reigns around his left leg and was now fiercely pulling him back up the cliff.
Arty, a neurotic individual from a lonely valley in the rando valley, found himself thrust into the life of the adventurer… Being 21 and well past middle-aged, he also thought that he might finally have the courage to climb the mountain and visit the next valley and ask Genevieve if she would marry him.
Article Nonsense (Arty to his friends, if he had any) was a simple man. A man who believed in a direct truth in every exchange. It was, therefore, a significant effort for Arty to not say a word when he noticed that the hair in the King’s nose looked all the world like a thick forest.