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….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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