Byron the Elf: Time now, boys and girls, for another visit with

S.L.: Hello, boys and girls! Today's story is one I call, "The Real King."

(SFX: Music Box)

S.L.: Once upon a time there was a boy named Jonathan. His father was a very poor blacksmith.

When Jonathan was only 9 years old, his father took him aside, and told him that he was not really a blacksmith, but a king who had been deposed by an evil baron; and that Jonathan was in reality a prince, who would someday reclaim his throne for his father.

For 10 long years, Jonathan's father taught him swordsmanship, and horsemanship.

Finally Jonathan was ready, and so one bright autumn day, Jonathan began his gallop through the town. He rode proudly through the streets, in full armor, proclaiming "My father's the king! My father's the king, and I am the prince!"

Well, Jonathan went about eleven blocks before he was quietly siezed and put away, since this whole story took place in Cleveland in 1957.

B: Thank you, Story Lady. Be listening next time, boys and girls, when The Story Lady tells us the tale of "The Little Boy Who Drank Chicken Gumbo From His Mucklucks."

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