Chapter 6
“As your new king, I demand you open this door at once, or I will have you thrown in jail until you rot!”
Olivier, an okra soldier, rested with his back against the wooden double door entrance to the castle grotto.
The door bucked as several boots kicked it, and the soldier held on tight, fear in his eyes and in his heart.
“Open up!” the voice shouted again.
Parson, the new king, knocked and kicked, growling and screaming.
“Open up, you seed heads! I will make you pay dearly for this! I promise that you will suffer for all eternity!”
Olivier sighed.
The inside of the grotto was dark, and the water lapped gently, throwing billowing, watery shadows across the brick walls.
“Last warning!” Parson cried.
Then Olivier heard footsteps, and the parsnip walked away with a group
