A story untold ...

Ok, so here’s the story. Once upon a time, not so long ago, in a land not so far away, there’s a tiny village and the villages wanted to build … lets just say, a barnyard.

So the village elders commissioned a team for this mammoth task and off the team went to start on the works. Although only a skeletal crew was despatched, spirits were high. A hierarchy was naturally formed and we got the people we needed to do the job.

Sitting right on top of the pyramid-like hierarchy is who we would like to call The Short One. Haha … get the irony??? His deputy, The Black Knight (literally :p) is really the one running the whole show though. And then right below that is Sir Talk-A-Lot. So basically these three key people are the ‘pillars’ that held this barnyard construction in order. Of course you have the other villagers doing the manual labour.

Now we needed to get the ground works off to a start but there were a thousand and one obstacles faced. There wasn't enough wood from the forest, the cold winter deprived the villagers of hay etc. Many moons passed and yet the work failed to materialize.

The delay got the utterly frustrated elders to reconsider their options. Finally they decided to re-structure the hierarchy. Due to his incompetency, The Black Knight was unceremoniously taken off the picture and Sir Talk-A-Lot was then promoted to fill in the vacancy. The shamed Black Knight however vowed to return some day with a vengeance and disappeared towards the setting sun with much felt hatred. True to his name, Sir Talk-A-Lot only achieved in errr … talking. Talk this, talk that ... basically talking a lot of cock but garnered no fruitful results. Like an unabashed bard, he sang songs of praise but only towards himself. It was tolerable at first but soon annoyance began to seep into the irritated blood of the other villagers.

The elders were monitoring closely and not willing to repeat their previous mistakes, they took swift action and decided to send in reinforcements. Two highly recommended individuals were despatched. The first, The Great One, hailed from a noble family, he once used to rub shoulders with the elders and his vast knowledge and experience in managing projects was deemed to be the missing ingredient needed to solve the problems at hand. He’s famously known for quoting the following phrases, ‘I love a challenge’ and ‘I’m ready to die’. The other is none other than Sir Bald-N-Bold who was sent to fill in Sir Talk-A-Lot’s previous position. Now he has a motto of his own too … ‘I’m not here for the money, I’m here to finish the job’. KNN!!!

Anyways, after many sunrises and sunsets, the barnyard was still the way it was … which essentially is nothing but a pile of sand. The pressure on everyone was mounting and this pressure forced accusations to be spat out and lies to be conceived. The ‘pillars’ were pathetically bickering amongst themselves and in turn caused chaos amongst the villagers.

If that wasn’t bad enough, The Great One now wanted to showcase his contribution to the elders by sending a few of the villagers to the guillotine. That way, with these poor souls out of the way, he can save up on their wages and hence, justify to the elders on his performance pertaining to cost cutting. This also served to pave the bitter return of the Black Knight. He strategized to divide and conquer. He sneakily approached each villager separately and questioned their abilities and commitments to their respective jobs. Out loud, he threatened to banish them from the kingdom. The villagers spelled out their contributions but this was drowned by the self praising of The Great One, taking all credit for himself. The notes he sent back to the elders were filled with mean slanders and misrepresentations of the true happenings. This stirred up a lot of ill emotions and the villagers were left feeling morally down.

Enveloped with a sense of loss, the villagers huddled up together one night by the fire to converse. Over a bowl of simple stew and stale bread, they voiced their displeasures and unhappiness. As usual, Sir Talk-A-Lot contributed to nothing in helping to lift the spirits of his faithful men. And then, Sir Bald-N-Bold stood up and voiced out all his bottled up feelings. With raw emotions, he stressed the need for a revolt and is willing to put his head on the chopping block should this rebellion fail. Having the truth on his side, it was hard for the villagers to disagree. The more he talked, the more it made sense and the more they agreed. For once, Sir Talk-A-Lot seemed to have lost his tongue. He simply sat there, dejected like a gargoyle. At one heated point, Sir Bald-N-Bold even highlighted the plain fact that Sir Talk-A-Lot had failed in his duties … and failed his men.

Sir Bald-N-Bold offered to lead the villagers through this mutiny of sorts and demanded those brave enough to join him. It’s was warned that this is indeed a ‘do or die’ situation but desperate moments call for desperate measures. The villagers echoed his sentiment valiantly and everyone readied themselves for the upcoming battle. Blood will be spilled but the question is whose blood will it be??? It’s a battle of epic proportions … a match between David and Goliath … hahaha … the bloody irony (sorry, inside joke).

So here I am, saddled up tightly on my steed, sword sharpened and waiting for the battle cry to be sounded. With that, we’ll charge ahead towards Goliath and raise our swords to strike the giant down swiftly with a killing blow.

*Stay tuned for the ending of this story*

Note : This story is purely fictional and the characters depicted bear no resemblence to any person(s), dead or alive.