Once upon a time, there was a king who named his newborn son ‘dummy’ so that no one would care to harm or kill it, before he eventually grew to assume his properly seated position upon the throne. As it turned out, the king had made a brilliant choice by choosing that very name for his son. No one ever felt anything but pity for the boy named Dummy as he continued to grow, a name that served it’s purpose remarkably well by keeping him out of trouble. One afternoon, while strolling through the village, he decided he was thirsty so he paid a visit to the nearest tavern. “Hey Dummy” said the barmaid “I got your ale right here Dummy”. “Hey Dummy” everyone at the bar exclaimed, but there was a stranger in town also at the bar that day. A beautiful young maiden who asked the question “Why is everyone being so mean and calling him a dummy?”. “That’s his name, his father the king gave it to him”, replied the barmaid. “Oh, the king you say?..”, gasped the clueless stranger. “Yes”, the barmaid continued..”Lord Dung-head”.
And they all lived crappily ever after. = )
My very own little golden book for adults. 