Let the Interrogation Begin

Let the interrogation begin the Walnut King said. I woke up tied to a steak. It was raw and rancid. Slimy on the surface, and I was also. What did I do? I asked. SILENCE! The Walnut King yelled. Someone played taps on a bugle. I sensed things were not going well for me. I struggled to loosen my ropes. They fell off easily, apparently my captors were not wise. OFF WITH HER BED! The Walnut King roared. A bunch of acorn soldiers came rushing toward me. They were short, so I leapt over them easily and ran for my life. When I turned to look they were getting rid of my meat bed. I guess the Walnut King knew just enough English to not be too dangerous….