Walking with the king

I was visited by the ghost of King Charlemagne. He was wearing his crown. It was a crappy looking crown, dented with rust.

I asked him if he would like to go for a walk. It was my exercise time, and I don’t hold back my life for the undead. He agreed.

On our walk, I pointed out birds that were interesting to me.

I said, “I like that red cardinal. The bright color makes me want to prance around in circles and yelp.”

The ghost of King Charlemagne said, “Why don’t you then?”

I said, “It would scare off the cardinal and my joy would end.”