The child king sat in his plastic lawn throne placed neatly around the center point of the palace in the back yard. His paper crown looked smart upon his head despite its largeness. It would have been a paper necklace if he weren’t blessed with such a pair of ears as he had been.
He sat patiently, looking back at the royal gravel driveway, which lead the Chevy horse into its stable from the alleyway. The sun was raising to his left, which he knew was left because when he looked at his hands proudly perched upon the armrest, his thumb and forefinger showed him the initial “L”; a trick that his wise advisor, Mrs. Trinkle, had taught him. Light shined on the grass, which sparkled with dew.
Finally his jesters arrived to entertain him for the morning. One by one they crept out of the rows of large orange flowers that his mother had planted on either side of the yard. King Danny remained still, from his paper crown, which teetered in the breeze, down to his bare feet, which hung 6 inches or so above the apple slices and carrot pieces he had sprinkled on the grass below. He may have even held his breath.
The sweetness of the apples and the unmistakable smell of the carrot pieces were noticed almost immediately, King Danny could tell. But the bunnies would, as usual, take their sweet time moseying over to him. They would act as if the treats were not impressive and that they could take or leave them if they wanted, but since they were here anyway…
So he waited. This was the best part.
Almost the best part.
It was an okay part.
Actually, he wished that they would just hurry up because his mother would be home soon, and although he was king around these parts she didn’t like him “wasting” their food like this. Despite his best argument of “Just because I’m not eating it doesn’t mean it’s being wasted,” she insisted that he stopped his little hobby.
But, Danny noticed that she still brought home the same apples and carrots. So, he feigned new interest in “eating” apples, but he always managed to “eat” them while she was away on one errand or another.
-Hop, hop, hop. Sniff. Ooh, clover. This is interesting. Look at this thing. What was that?! Hey, check this thing out. Hop hop. Huh? Hop hop hop. Sniff sniff. Freeze… -
“Oh, c’mon.” King Danny commanded in his head. But still he held his pose and inch by inch, they obeyed their lord’s command until finally he could feel their soft fur tickling the bottoms of his feet. Sometimes it was so soft that he couldn’t feel it at all.
The king of the backyard waits for his “jesters” to arrive and make him laugh.