On the last day of the year, there was a terrible argument in King Sinson’s War Room. He wanted to bring a couple of his allies from the haunted forest to help in the battle planned for the next day against the nether-elves who had been plotting against the kingdom from their lairs beneath the salt mines in the north. The twin sorceresses had helped him before, with mighty flocks of silent birds of prey who swept through the night against the enemy. His generals argued against it. Although they admitted the blue green tents of the witches struck gear into the heart of the foe, the sisters themselves, AND their respective companies of winged menaces, argued with each other all the way. Which was a bad example for the regular troops, and might undermine eventual victory.
The jester had been sitting quietly listening to all this but finally laughed. When Good King Sinson asked what was so funny, the jester replied, “It’s a pretty problem for New Year’s Eve, Your Highness: Should owled aqua tents beef or not in nether salty mines?”
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