“Too Many
windows!” The short powerful man exclaimed!
“I want them all covered, no square inch for anyone to see inside my new
palace!” Norton was a generous man that is until his wife croaked. They were
going to rule the empire together. Late last year, Mona, his wife, grew
drastically ill. It was assured that her heart failed and no barber in the east
castle would perform such an operation without a hefty bill. Norton denied it.
He was a stingy man who loved his money more than his country. Last night he
became depressed. He began descending in an abyss so deep that light could not
escape it. He grew tired of daylight, he loathed the sun. So, after returning
to his castle after the anniversary of her death, he wanted every window
covered. But rugs and banners and old parchment wouldn’t save him as he
pummeled all of his servants with stones. Stones, they say, shouldn’t be thrown
in a glass house, or castle that is.
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