Friday, 12 April 2013
King Kevin and Kate the keeper of knowledge.
The Slightly eccentric A to Z blogging adventure of unknown and rather unpopular Modern fairy tales
K King Kevin and Kate the keeper of knowledge
King Kevin the king of the kingdom was a kind king, a knowledgeable king of all known things. His Knights were as keen as a kittiwake with a kipper and kept King Kevin safe in his Khaki Kastle (sorry Castle), then one day Ken the Knight and keeper of the royal ketch (a small ship) moored on the Klondike river announced he suffered from claustrophobia AH damn that is not a K word, the Kat said it was. He suffered from kakorrhaphiophobia (a fear of failure) and from kenophobia (a fear of empty spaces), ate crispy kingfishers and wore a kilt and was also a bit of a kill joy at parties. King Kevin was confused the Knights had never complained of aliments before and was slightly put out of kilter. So the king put on a kettle of water to make tea, kicked the kat (sorry cat) and called Kate the keeper of knowledge and kitchen knifes and asked her to communicate to him with candour and calm using kyriolexy (the use of literal expression) what he should do.
However Kate the keeper of knowledge and kitchen knifes said to the king, King Kevin that the constant use of words starting in the letter K was killing the tale so King Kevin said OK and everyone ate kohlrabi soup with ketchup, kelp, kippers, kebabs, Kale and then chased a kangaroo about for a while, then curled up and had a kip (sleep)
Kricky that was a Kliff Klanger (sorry hanger) I don’t think I Kan do that again…….Phew.
Sorry that was a rubbish story I think I had a serious blank with K.