|WHEN THE GODS WALKED THE EARTH, part 1 (standard:humor, 6747 words) [1/2] show all parts|
|Author: siromah||Updated: Nov 15 2006||Views/Reads: 2217/1438||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is draft 2 of the story. It modern version of the old Greek mithology.|
WHEN THE GODS WALKED THE EARTH, part 1 By Siromah Draft 2 Many, many years ago, Dan said, when the gods on Mount Olympus become overwhelmed with boredom, they would descend to Earth to hunt wild animals or have love affairs with humans. One day, a son was born to a mighty king. So happy was the king he commanded celebrations kingdom-wide. For the ordinary folks, long wooden tables were set in the park by the palace. Gods, kings and nobles were invited to a feast in the throne-hall. Dozens of jugglers, lissome dancers, fire-eaters and jesters were invited to entertain the noble guests. Weeks before the banquet; kings with their retinues, noble knights with their pages, merchants rich, soldiers brave, adventurers, and folk of ordinary stock began to fill the greens with their tents. To the king's amazement, even decrepit deaf dotards would mount their donkeys, lash them with their whips, stripping off enough hide for nine pairs of sandals, and head for the party. Your Majesty, the king financial adviser Diogen the Keg approached, bowing as much as the keg around him allowed. Diogen was a starving philosopher, king Tubby discovered on the beach of deserted Greek island. Actually the king was looking for Avichena, but the famous doctor was spending more times on Mount Olympus, than on Earth. What do you want? the king hardly was holding his tummy, looking down at the man. Diogen was naked, except keg around his waist. Nothing, Diogen scratched his bold head and added, just move out of the sun. You are making a shadow on me! King Tubby laughed so hard, so he immediately offered the starving philosopher the job of personal advisor. Anyhow, back to our story. Your majesty, Diogen bowed, the hungry peasants are arriving like a vultures on carcass! We are running out of tables to put them on... How many? Diogen was practical man and instead of slave to take care of his records, he was using his keg as a notebook and calculator. Well, he had to play the role of archeologist was trying his best to understand the scrambling on his keg. The rain half-washed the chalk and turned the writing of Diogen into unreadable Hieroglyphs. Hm, what I can see is only three 6. His arm shook, when he showed the sky. The number of the beast! It's the end of days! Its coming! The king had to slap him few time, but he was like a statue of an overthrown dictator he didn't want to came down. Luckily king Tubby was in the Royal Sumo Wrestling Team and finally he was able to bring the philosopher on the ground. Shut up! Shut up or I will send you back on the island, where I found you! Diogen remembered the misery on the island and fell in the front of the king. You father, you mother. Have a mercy on me! He started to kiss his legs, even licked his big toe. The king fell something tickling him and his anger left him at once. So how many peasants arrived? Diogen licked his dry lips, not knowing what to say. He run to the park (actually he was spinning inside his keg) crying as much as his vocal cord allowed him. Watch out. Coming trough. Watch outtt! One stubborn nobleman didn't move out of the way and Diogen crushed into him, tearing apart his silk clothes. Luckily for Diogen his keg withhold the collusion. His luck finished here, because the nobleman grabbed him and dragged him to the court. Your Honor, the nobleman started his offensive speech. His name was Note Shaver and his business was to lend money to poor people. This wretch here tore apart my holiday clothes. They cost 100 Gold pieces. The judge was an orderly man in the size of thumb. His name was Thumbolino and his head was sharp like a raiser. Well we will he whose fault is it! Tell me, he asked Diogen, didn't you see the nobleman? Diogen was silent like a fruitfully. Is he mute or something? the judge asked. No, your honor. He was crying as loud as he could Watch out. Coming trough. The judge laughed and dismissed the case. Diogen run out like a Tasmanian devil and started to count the folk from the ordinary stock. Every time he saw a peasant, he moved aside a hair from his beard. After while he run out of hairs and he rolled back to the king. He tried to get inside the Amphitheater, but the two guards stop him. Only Avichena or the king are allowed here! Avichena assembled a new diet for king Tubby. The king used a live gladiator as dummy. Of cost the gladiator sword and shield wasn't real (it was made for the theater) and it was holding just enough, so the king would burn the recommended calories. At the end king Tubby would stubbed the gladiator in the gold-bladder and collected all the gold that would pour out. So, the king wiped out the blood from his blade. What's the number? Diogen asked himself if was for good that he accepted the job. Well, Click here to read the rest of this story (684 more lines)
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