Anonymous asked: Dear Rich, please will you tell me a story. xx
You asked so nicely, how can I refuse?
Once upon a time there was a magical story teller. He was by far the greatest in the land. People would walk many miles and gather in huge groups to listen to his stories because he had a special way of making those stories come true.
Then one day he told a story so big and so brilliant it gobbled him up! Only crumbs were left behind, and the world forgot about him.
But the story wasn’t over. The storyteller simply wanted a more loyal audience. He had his fun on the big stage and decided he’d enter a recluse phase, of sorts. So he let the world think he was dead and all the while his magic stories crept into the corners of the earth, sinking deeper and deeper into governments until the storyteller was tickled with power.
It was all very amusing.
And then, one day something incredible happened. The storyteller found the long lost otter he had killed off in a previous tale. ”Impossible!” he thought. So he went to investigate. He knew the otter had a best friend, a hedgehog who lived in London, not too far from the storyteller. So the storyteller decided to pay him a visit.
It was the hedgehog’s wedding day and all of his friends were there. Even the otter looked on jealously from the bushes. Until of course the party realized the little groom was a no-show. He was all tied up writing a new story of adventure with the storyteller. One that promised a very explosive ending.
I’d tell you more but I’m afraid that’s all I have at the moment. I’ve acquired a rather difficult pet recently and must tend to him.