Monday, February 10, 2014

'The Monkey Prince' by Daniel MacPherson

        Perched atop his favourite branch, in his most be humpd tree, the pixie Prince surveyed the land. His land. He had dominion over all that he could see. He had unchallenged authority over and unparalleled respect from either animal, from the lowliest insect to mightiest beast. It was his right to rule, and his responsibility to do so well. And so he did. He was a leader, a mediator, and confidant, and friend, worthy of the have intercourse and respect shown to him. With his guidance and control, every animal in this bracing community lived in absolute harmony, with each other and the land. Certainly, this kingdom- his kingdom, was for all. In every way, it was perfect. It was his very own Eden.         The following aurora, the Prince awoke with a start, retrieved from the depths of distillery by the excited buzz of a multitude of animals congregated in the clearing below. Curious, he scampered to the edge of the branch. Below, he saw the animals were move around Gog, an ageing monkey who was famous for his great tales of shoes and travel. His stories werent really believed, but he had returned with an exotic flower. The Prince was breathless, taken aback by its simple, archaic beauty. With its thin, green stem, and full, red petals that glistened with dew in the break of day sun, and were raised, it seemed, in reverence to the sky, praising life itself, it was unlike anything he had ever seen. Gog explained that it was a rose, found in the cooler lands towards the north. As the multitude stared in awe, the old monkey passed the rose to his grandson, Magog, who solemnly vowed to keep it safe as long as he lived.         The Prince was in a state of shock, and, for several moments, If you want to build a full essay, order it on our website:

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