Journey of the Maggi

THE JOURNEY OF THE MAGGI Such a journey we had of it traveling to welcome the new born King.. nay... journeying to receive the to be born new king we were three of us the king, the beautiful princess of our people and the brave prince of our people the king at age thirty barely a man himself the princess in her teenage she was barely twenty and the boy prince straight from initiation to adulthood we traveled on a short notice debate on what to carry what to wear what gifts to give princess Maggie advocating for diapers.. the king advocating for gold the boy prince only concerned with his personal comforts.. the young boy wanted special safari boots made of camels hair- he finally agreed to go... after a promise coming back we would find a Massai herdsman who would make him the sandals.... Maggie chuckling and giggling for we all know.. the Massai are herders of cows... these days were civilized folk we took an aircraft to Tela-aviv.... after raiding the royal treasure house... and carrying off an unspecified amount of gold and silver... myhrr frankinces we don't poses.. and we booed the crazy lads idea... that we carry wild flowers... The good sky bird dropping us at tela-Aviv the geography eh..confusing to us strangers people of a strange tongue.. king attempting the language.. ended using gesticulations... young prince nearly falling over himself- at the thought that his daddy who claimed to be... a master of latel the spoken word couldn't put across a message.. even gesticulate wise choosing to travel by night after encounter with goons, sleeping in snatches,a racoon belaying danger... old king claiming he saw the danger in a vision... racoon which is just a racoon cold night being eaten by strange ice bugs... father scolding boy for cuddling too close to the princess.. boy almost freezing to death intent on staying away from princess father gilt ridden about it... yet we arrived on time to welcome the unborn king debate over who to offer what gifts consensus.. we place all of them together promise extracted that when the boy becomes of age he would come and study at our village on the way back ears grued to the radio... listening for news from home.. wondering whether the war had already broken out father and son strategizing war.. we arrive back home, gracious.. weren't we glad the war wasn't to be the journey we kept to ourselves... for you never disclose a maggi events.. i do so now... the time is rite..we spied the star of SERAH..