A bright shiny day, a blue cart passed a village, small village. The cart is owned by a king. He sat calmly enjoying the view of the village. An old obedient guardian walked in hast beside the cart. The breeze wind shaked the leaves to fall down from the trees. What a nice afternoon.
Yet, the beautiful day was ruined by the scream came from the cart. Uh-oh, a tiny horse slept in the middle of the road. The king said angrily to the guardian.
"Hey, whose horse is this?"
"I am sorry, my lord, maybe it is belong to the villagers"
"Hei, I don't care who has it" The king shouted again "Get it out of my way!!"
The old guardian tried to wake the horse up. He failed. Then he tried to move it to the roadside. Unfortunately, he was too old to do such a work. The king lost his patience. His face was red like the gargoyle pictured in children short story, frightening. He came out from the cart and tried to help the guardian moving the horse to the roadside.
Two minutes after, the horse was still in that place. The king became more angry. He screamed loudly to nobody.
"WHOSE HORSE IS THIS???"
No one answered, so did the guardian.
Wait... What was that? Two horns raised from the king's head.
Now, he looked like a wild animal. He brutally knocked the head of the horse so the head sag in to the other side. Then he dragged it cruelly out of the road. Huffh, finally the space was enough for the king to pass.
The king seemed still angry. He shut the cart door harsh and hardly. The cart was push ahead passing the small road. The dust showed that the king has gone.
Yet, actually with that accident, he went nowhere...
Nowhere.....
To whom it may concern
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Senin 20 April 2009
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