A couple of years ago I ran into a man named James. He was 6 foot 4, tanned skin, Strong, and wore a crown. He said to call him King James.

I always thought he was crazy because he always talked about a magic carpet he had. I tried not to laugh when he did. I thought he was crazy, but he was a good friend.

He invited me over to see the magic carpet, I only went because he said it could fly. When I arrived he lead me to the carpet, but it was a rug. I said can I have a million dollars, well it dint happen. I asled James why, and he said when I woke up I would have a million dollars. And like he said I did.

I went back and asked for a new car. And when i awoke the next morning, i had a new car. I went to him and asked where all of this stuff was coming from and he replied, “the carpet is magic”, then I demanded he tell me the truth, because there is no such thing as a magic carpet, and he replied, “I said call me king James”. And now i will never dought someone that says there a king, until its proved there not.

Wrote this because i was bored, any tips on writing better please comment!

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Animal Rulers: http://authspot.com/short-stories/animal-rulers/