Once upon a time there was a king, the most powerful guy in all the land. He had the world at his fingertips, everything you could possibly imagine — wealth, power, the whole bit. He lived in a massive marble castle in the middle of a vast wood, and anything he ever asked for, he got.
Well, the king also had a son — no mom, because fuck having two-parent households in fairy tales — who liked to play in the woods. He'd go out and run around, and one day while the son was playing in the forest, he heard the sound of a nightingale singing, and it was the most beautiful song he'd ever heard. Pretty soon he was going out there day after day, spending all afternoon in the woods, just wanting to hear the nightingale sing.
So on and on it went, day after day, until one day the kid unrelatedly like, ate shit down a flight of stairs or something, and broke his leg, so he couldn't go into the woods anymore.
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Once upon a time there was a king, the most powerful guy in all the land. He had the world at his fingertips, everything you could possibly imagine — wealth, power, the whole bit. He lived in a massive marble castle in the middle of a vast wood, and anything he ever asked for, he got.
Well, the king also had a son — no mom, because fuck having two-parent households in fairy tales — who liked to play in the woods. He'd go out and run around, and one day while the son was playing in the forest, he heard the sound of a nightingale singing, and it was the most beautiful song he'd ever heard. Pretty soon he was going out there day after day, spending all afternoon in the woods, just wanting to hear the nightingale sing.
So on and on it went, day after day, until one day the kid unrelatedly like, ate shit down a flight of stairs or something, and broke his leg, so he couldn't go into the woods anymore.