The Randomest Fairytale Never Told 3

(For Really Good Reasons, I'm Sure)

Galvea's note:

No comments?! NONE?! ZERO?! ZIP?! ZILCH?! NADA?! I-- I hate you people!! Waaaaahhh!!

Both countries were, of course, at war with each other. It was a time when everything was at war with something or other, and usually over exasperatingly trivial matters, too. In this case, however, the two countries had been at war for so long, nobody even remembered what they were fighting over in the first place. It wasn't a big deal anyway -- they fired a few cannons at each other around noon, threw some rocks, hurled a few insults, shouted a bit, glared a lot, and then called it a day. Rinse and repeat.

It used to be their daily source of entertainment, but it wasn't nearly as fun now what with most insults having been repeated at least 12091204 times. In fact, it was getting really boring.

And here the Prince thought of the perfect revenge.

He would call a truce. Everyone would be happy. And then he'd throw a party. Everyone would be invited. And then... AND THEN---!!

Things would happen! Really horrible things! He didn't know what they were yet, but it would be... really horrible! Yes! Very!

It was going to be very interesting indeed.

--Elsewhere--

"This is boriiiiiing." The Princess was, as usual, standing at her balcony looking out at her citizens throwing rocks, flinging poo and other such things of questionable decency across the country border. She was really proud of her people. They were so incredibly civilized.

"Daddy, can we please nuke them? Pretty please? It'll be really pretty! There'll be lots of explosions and sparks and... and oh, can we please nuke them? It would go really well with our 4000th celebration of independence next week!"

The King was, at the moment, engrossed in an intellectually rousing game of Magic The Lots-Of-People-Together(TM) with his head advisor. "Darling, we can't do that-- shit! How dare you counter my -- they'd be really -- GAH! -- mad at -- DAMMIT!! GOD DAMMIT!! -- us, you know. We must be civilized -- YOU CHEAT!!! BASTARD!!"

The Princess pouted and draped herself over the balcony railing, sulking at the injustice of the world. Somewhere down below, paparazzi were busy taking photos of her. The next day, the photos appeared under the headline "PRINCESS UPSET OVER STATE OF CONFLICT BETWEEN COUNTRIES" and there was a great deal of misguided admiration for the princess.

The princess, of course, took no heed of it and turned to the page with Calvin and Hobbes instead.

To Be Continued...

Politicians and felines in the next update!