Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in short story | Posted on Sunday, November 30, 2008
Then the juggler becomes the narrator, and the castle appears form a mist, at the same time some badly painted paper unrolls from the top of the stage, showing a poorly drawn castle by the art club. But little does this paper matters, the crowd is faced with a majestic castle from a magical kingdom. So it goes. And then a princess appears from one of the windows, for the story's sake, the crowd is able to hear from her seat in the far away castle. She says some words referring to what the crowd understands as depression due to existentialist over speeching. But back in Mergoonland, they don't know what existentialism is, so, it's not that. Peter Penguin was wrong.
And so the story goes as the people in their seats consider, a poor play with clique characters with a very unsubtle message of existence and meaning. They're all wrong, Mergooland had never seen such a brave knight or such a fierce dragon, the don't know what a clique of a knight is and they never intended their princess to be kidnapped for the liberty metaphor content. The people from Mergooland celebrate happy due to the fact that their precious order is now restored, the crowed is bored due to the predictableness on it all, and Peter Penguin is somewhere, six feet under ground, wondering how high must he have been to put his name on such play.
Mergooland's story of the happiest wedding ever is over, they will keep the rest private. The audience makes some forced clapping, the backcloth is closed and no one sees anytthing more. The school's drama teacher is ashamed of the outcome, not as badly as Peter Penguin. Some people not previously presented appear on stage, this people don't come from Mergooland. They are actors who dress as if they were people from that ancient kingdom, but they're not. Ray Simmons and his pals are all proud for their good job, they bow for over five minutes and think it all went well. Mergoolanders live happily ever after.
[this is (obviously)not part of the so called arc... It will come when it comes]
By I'm the penguin