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Stan – valiant effort but no Ceegar. Gather round children and hear my cautionary tale.
Once upon a time in land far, far away there lived a rich Farmer who had a large, successful place which supported many happy peasant families; and, as it was an old place people had settled and opened businesses in the near by village. In the rough manner of the lower classes, the people where happy enough; and, their rustic, messy easy going ways caused no real offence to the upper classes.
Now, this part of the country was ruled by a newly appointed Royal Chamberlain (RC) who was having great troubles with the Big King (who was a right royal bad lot). The troubles were all about power and money, the usual suspects in this type of tale. Well, the RC knew that only an improved performance could secure his new post; so, to make sure that he was protected, he appointed some of his favourite, trusted men as Deputy Head Chamberlains (DH), they willingly did his bidding and generally; through brute force, ignorance and the newly discovered pedantry made life miserable for the happy peasants.
Then one night, a favourite child of the village did not come home. They searched and looked and worried and searched some more, but to no avail. Young Johnny was mysteriously gone.
The RC knew that the BK was cranky about this and the blame would surely roll down hill; he also knew that the BK was not a fan of the outspoken farmer. Quick as a wink the RC boys seized the chance and made a pact; no matter what it took they were going shine. So they took action and raided the farmer.
Now then, apart from being genial, the farmer was also a shrewd cookie who had, in the past thwarted BK 's ambitions and caused general offence by being independent and not allowing the bully to dictate where and how every blade of grass was grown. He had made safety plans to prevent the inadvertent loss of children; and, those plans had been sent off to BK for royal acceptance. Fees were paid, and the plan had been operating for a long time. The BK had even allowed some of the onerous restrictions (care and feeding of children) to be removed. The Farmer was quite happy that his 'new' plan (being paid for and accepted) and, the newly issued approval would provide protection against the worst excesses of the DH.
But, tragically the plan failed; the RC's DHs infuriated by the mild passive resistance and arguments that the villagers were complying with the royal BK accepted plan, lost it. There was no depravity or excess they did not sink to in the madness which followed.
In the end the happy peasants flew to far off lands, but the leaders were all rounded up and subjected to the infamous trial by innuendo; alas, they lost this final battle too.
Aye well; the rest is now history, there is a wasteland where once stood a farm which supported a village. The RC made a little speech at the executions, which will live forever in the minds of fair, honest folk. "It is unfortunate that you believed you're plans to be accepted, your cause just and that your village was safe – off with their heads".
And if you think that's a fairy tale – do some research.
Selah.