The Kingdom of Muu was enjoying the waning days of summer;which was evident in the way that the evenings got cooler, the days got shorter, and local wenches began layering... by putting something on.
It was also time for the "End of Summer & Beginning of Fall Ball and Sales Event" which was sponsored by the local merchants association. All of the kingdom's nobility were expected to come, dance, and make large purchases. Including the Prince. Prince Meekal. Or as some called him: Prince Meekal the Daft, although in these enlightened times it was simply not P.C. to call him that. Unfortunately, P.C. stood for "Perfectly Cruel" which meant they usually called him something worse.
Prince Meekal the Daft was sixteen, had a wisp of a figure, a head of unkempt black hair, and was not ready for dating. Some would argue he wasn't ready for anything sharper than a spork (Which hadn't been invented yet, so it was a pretty lame arguement.), but the King was pretty adamant that it was time for his son to begin thinking about finding a nice young girl whom he "could marry and be miserable being with for the rest of your life just like I am." at which point he would be hit on the head from the Queen's fan.
The pressure was on Prince Meekal the Daft. He had to ask some girl in the kingdom to go with him. Of course, being the prince, she could not refuse his invite. That would be treason. "Treason enough to get your head lopped off," Fred, the royal executioner would joke, when he wasn't wishing he had gone into the family business and been a florist, like his two dads before him.
Prince Meekal asked for advice from the only person he knew he could trust. His favorite stone, Nigel. (Now you know why he was called Meekal the Daft.) Sitting on his favorite bench in his personal rock garden, Meekal told Nigel his problem. Nigel listened intently, stone-faced and with a rigid expression, but offered no advice, which Meekal took for granite, (Sorry about that one.) seeing how Nigel's last relationship was with a piece of hot magma that had ended rather badly.
Meekal asked another stone. Her name was Margaret, but all she could tell him was to, "Be himself," which was the last person he wanted to be, just after Sir Ryan Seacrest, the idiot Knight.
Lastly, Meekal asked Rufus, who was a very clever stone, but could be overbearing at times Rufus's 33rd point was interrupted by a human voice, that of Kliff Fauldergraft, the Royal Geologist, and the man who gave Meekal his first rock, Nigel. Kliff had a slightly bigger build than Meekal, but had dusty blonde hair and the continuously smudged face of someone who spent a lot of time with rocks and dirt. "Meekal," Kliff said with a warm, friendly smile, "I hear you're going to the Ball."
"If I can get up the nerve to ask someone," Meekal admitted, looking down at the parchment and quill he has sitting beside him on the bench. It was covered with his favorite stones. "I don't know who to ask."
"It doesn't matter," Kliff said matter-a-factly, clasping a dusty hand on the Prince's shoulder. "Whoever you ask will go with you. No matter what." He finished proudly, "You're Prince Meekal."
"The Daft," he added, sullenly. "Girls make me nervous. They intimidate me." Meekal looked at his only human friend for some guidance.
Kliff smiled a dusty smile. "You know what that is, don't you? Sexual frustration. You want to become a man." His dusty eyebrows lifted knowingly.
"I do?"
"Of course you do, Meekal!" He pointed at the parchment on the bench. "And if you want to become a man, you've got to ask out a girl!"
Meekal enthusiastically grabbed his quill and turned to his parchment. "I'm going to do it!" He then noticed it was still covered with his favorite stones. Meekal gave Kliff and embarrassed grin. "Perhaps before I write a girl for a date I should get my rocks off."
"Meekal," said Kliff with a chuckle, "that usually comes after the date." He laughed his way down the path out of the rock garden. Meekal the Daft had no idea why.
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