The Gentle Giants And The King's Golden Nuggets

Early one morning, a gentle giant stumbled, into a very picturesque village, cautiously carrying over his shoulders a sack, brimming with the King’s golden nuggets. Royal riches acquired throughout the year occupied the purple and yellow velvet bag containing materialistic might; JS collected, representing the largest creatures inhabiting the land.

Singing a rhythmic tune, the well-known Mother’s Day basket weaver strolled through the main street energized, enjoying the quaint sideline postcard presentation until a miniscule historic message appeared hunkered down inside a shoe box. Having a keen eye, JS spotted the humble tourist luring miniature museum exhibition destination featuring a Princess image guiding tours, greeting interested parties.

“JS, are you moving the monarch's profitable product?” A tiny figurine playing the Princess JJ role requested clarification.

“I am moving the bottom line,” JS replied referencing his baggage, “yes.”

“You know, JS in these parts realizing the difference between real and fool’s gold is the priority,”

“Fool’s? My graceful lady,” JS questioned.

“Correct,” Princess JJ warned, “something may seem great but,”

“That is always the stereotypical myth, your excellency,” JS interrupted, “what are you doing? May I ask?”

“Putting the finishing touches on the new addition,” Princess JJ affirmatively responded, “I call it, ‘Floor Nine, Room Eleven-The Valkyrie and the Warrior, Contrasting Comparison’,”

Getting closer, JS’s stare interpreted and thought about the artistically displayed information being offered, challenging those studious academics. Calmly, backing off accepting his little leader’s majestic hint, encouraging the banking hunter gather worker, ‘seriously ponder each small detail Princess JJ is conveying’.

“Do you believe money will earn happiness?” JS investigated preparing to walk away.

“That is only a myth, my faithful mammoth titan,” commentated Princess JJ.

A couple hours later, finding a few relaxing minutes, JS returned and started weaving another bucket underneath his favorite tree. Due to rubbing against the trunk, one of the branches sent a miracle towards earth containing nutritious elements.

“I see, what gravity produces,” JS addressed, wiping the apple clean before taking a bite.

Suddenly, down the path, a commotion stirred, creating emotional stimulation, granting importance to a lonely dirt road. “What could that be?” JS chewed the red fruit.

Gracing the underdeveloped street, a large banner featuring the villages tri colors, “well, I be,” JS honestly retorted.

Underneath, covert, using the gigantic flag as a protector from evil forces, a training master learning the ropes magically emerged.

“Are you a Prince the Princess sent?”

“No, JS, I am a knight and my name is MJ,” the future replied, “I appear due to my own volition.”

“Those are big words and you are a youthful character,” JS observed.

“Just growing up, Sir,” MJ remarked.

“Since Knight MJ, you are not transporting any bull, maybe bringing heat with your knowledge, I was wondering if you wanted something,” JS questioned, “such as a fancy decorative hidden weaved Mother’s Day bucket.”

“That is a kind pitch and I know JS, you will pocket more coins by conducting the transaction but,” Knight MJ’s planted foot, took a stand, “we the future want the truth.”

“Truth?”

“Historical documents, factual journal entries,” MJ clearly stated.

Tossing the orchid core, JS gladly acknowledged the apprentice’s concern, “MJ you do realize, legends win battles,” the humongous-than-life figure instructed, “peacefully.”

“Peacefully?” MJ quizzically approached.

“My dear lad, if one spins an entertaining yarn, fascinating listeners surrounding the dining area, while shaking the gullible audience in fright, then no one gets hurt and the story telling conversation warns any enemy ‘think twice if they want to begin something they cannot finish’,”

“That sounds sensible,” MJ concluded reaching into his pocket, “here I have some rare change you can add to those King’s nuggets, and I would love a Mother’s Day weaved basket.”

“Deal,” JS agreed.

“Certify the King gets all his nuggets,” MJ reminded, “we need to distribute majority of the funding throughout our golden state affairs, especially schools where we learn how to cook up the bull and put the heat on our foes.”

“Peacefully,” JS the gentle giant repeated.

“Yes, peacefully,” MJ secured a perfect Mother’s Day gesture confirming tomorrow will be stronger than today.