It was a peaceful night in Poppyland. All was quiet, for the whole kingdom was sound asleep. Even the crickets and frogs kept their melodic sounds to a quiet pianissimo.
Suddenly, a scream erupted throughout the castle, causing the walls to shake violently. The Queen woke immediately, and practically sprinting through the corridors, went to check on her son.
"Poppycock!" she exclaimed, "Are you alright?" She rushed over to comfort the shaking Prince.
"No mother, I had the worst dream!" he cried out. His face was filled with fear and his eyes seemed a little darker than usual.
The queen sighed as her son continued to quiver. "Alright, Poppycock, take a deep breath." She told the Prince. He did as she said, and the shaking died down a little. "Now," she said calmly, looking into his eyes, "Tell me what happened."
He gulped, hesitating. "Well, you see
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I was thirty two, and had auditioned to be on this TV show. It was like a talent competition, and the winner wo