The king and his servant Jimmy stately “galloped” through the expensive forest. “And, jump!” the king cried. “Whoa, whoa!” he cried as they slowed in front of the stone fort.

“Hello!” the servant called up. A face popped over the edge.

“Who are you?” the face asked, Frenchly saturated.

The king replied, indignantly, “I’m Acki, King of the Radios. I’m looking for a band of knights, days too, to help me on the Quest for the Great Unicorn.”

The French face smirked. “Oh, we already have one of those, it’s very nice.”

Acki and Jimmy looked at each other in surprise. “Can we see it?” Jimmy asked.

A wooden dowel coated with glue flew from the sky, planting itself firmly on Jimmy’s forehead.

“There! Now you can see it, you silly king!”

Acki and Jimmy looked at each other. The king shrugged.

“Well, that quest is over. Onto the next. Mount! Canter!”

They galloped deeper into the expensive forest to the sound of clacking hollowed coconuts.