1 He had an iron peg for a nose; his future wife, named Kciroy, she
was a toothless dwarf and thus, they would soon marry, and that in
itself is a long story, that I shall try to make short in a jiffy. 2 She
was the morbid princess of Oxas, a puzzled little kingdom in the high
mountains of Bulgaria, during the early Dark Ages. 3 The king upon his
daughter's wedding day, gave his son-in-law Ailepho, double golden
nose-plugs, to plug those hug nostrils of his, likened to a hogs snout,
without a snout-just deep rooted holes. 4 They smelt worse than rotten
game, skunk-holes you could call them, even worse than, devils-breath. 5
To be honest, there are no words in those far-off vocabularies that
would have described such a stink. 6 Ailepho was in his middle years,
whereas his wife, half his age, and the father, twice the age of
Ailepho. 7 Soon after they had married, Kciroy gave birth to a
hermaphrodite; the Princess Dwarf went absolute into rage over the sight
of the child, and Ailepho, likewise. 8 As for the king, he took it no
different than he had when his wife-now deceased, gave birth to Kciroy,
that is to say: his daughter and when he allowed his daughter to marry
Ailepho, now his son-in-law: -like to like, same to same, simply taking
it as a human tragedy in sum. 9 But to go back to why the king allowed
Kciroy to marry Ailepho: to be put in a nutshell, it was as this: he got
rid of all the rats, with that cursed smell of his throughout the
kingdom. 10 No more said on the subject that was the deal,
lock-stock-and barrel: "Get rid of the rates, the rats the rates!" 11
Well, now seven years had passed, and the old king was still
alive-eighty-seven to be exact, and the child was no more a child, he
was a youngster of formal reasoning. 12 Thus, out of bitterness, he was
called 'it' not by the grandfather of course, but rather the mother and
father: out of repugnance.
13 Now before I go on with this story
it must be explained, if only for the sake of psychology, or insight,
what started as a good omen, or out of good will, as often it does, ends
up in a state of ill-will. 14 A child knows at the age of six months,
the nature of his mother and father, hence the child has to adjust, for
the purpose of survival, smile when the child doesn't want to. 15 Cry
the child will, when the child knows s/he can get out of that cry
whatever he or she wants. 16 On another note before we go on, evil knows
evil, as well as a fool knows the mind of a fool, as much as a thief
knows the heart of another thief. 17 And let it be said, a king knows
how much his people will take before they rebel, he knows what they
mostly need, that will settle them down. 18 With this in mind I continue
with the story.
19 Back to the poor child: was 'it' more male
than female? 20 Or vice versa? 21 This of course was gossip among the
inhabitants of the kingdom. 22 Who is to say? 23 I mean, does it really
matter, and on the other hand, some things may never be known, and for
the better, and less gossip. 24 The prince and princess never loved this
child, and that was the thorn, and the child and Grandfather knew
this-in particularly the child. 25 It was obvious; such things cannot be
kept in secret forever. 26 And the child remembered when it was just
three years old, one evening, his mother had left the bedroom window
open, hoping the crows and the hawks and the ravens, and even perhaps
the great owls would pick out the eyes, and pluck out the guts and eat
the child alive, little by little unto its death, and low and behold,
profess it was an accident. 27 But the child was smart, he unplugged
his father's golden nose plugs that night, and slept under his bed,
thus, he had saved himself, and in the morning, put the plugs back into
his nostrils, and rushed back into his bed, with the windows open, this
seemed to its parents to be an omen of some sort, that is to say, leave
well enough alone. 28 Well, the child may have been a hermaphrodite, but
it had a memory like an elephant. 29 At seven years old, the age of
formal reason, this event came to haunt him (I shall now call him, him,
because I really don't like the name 'it', respectfully). 30 And to say
the least, the child was getting tired of watching so carefully, his
mother and father, lest he stop and they poison him, or push him off the
tower wall, who's to say what goes on in a morbid mind.
31 It
happened on the boy's seventh birthday; he snuck into his father and
mother's bedroom, pulled the golden pegs out of the father's noise, and
it stunk up the whole kingdom, to kingdom-come, you might say, and no
one could find the golden pegs, especially made with two shutoff valves
to be put deep into those big hole like nostrils. 32 In addition, he
pulled off (softly) the iron nose, his grandfather had made for Ailepho,
causing even a more deadly sticky and suffocating uproar. 33 Oh it was
terrible; everyone in the kingdom wore masks. 34 Day after day, they
could not find those pegs, nor was the goldsmith around to make him new
ones-where he was, only the child knew, and played dumb, he had paid him
well, to take along trip to China or somewhere, that same distance:
again, who's to say. 35 In any case, the persistence in these
pestilential gusts from his nostrils was so disgusting, that they curled
man and beast's eyelashes. 36 Well what could the king do? 37 What
started as a good omen, turned out to be an evil one, rebellion was
emanating throughout the kingdom; consequently, he had them both
beheaded, in lack of a crime, he called it, causing rebellion. 38 And
yes, 'it' took its rightful place as King and Queen of Oxas in due time.
39
And perhaps it is better said, in this case anyhow: if one dares to
beat out resistance or existence of another they breed in hatred, and
mayhem, if not dark dreams and revenge. 40 Such as it is, in this case,
where like to like, was not liked: the hunted becomes the hunter.
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