The problem of King Babbelstocking
Grumpy and shaking head, King Babbel stocking looked out through the window. It had rained for days, and not so frustrating, there were puddles everywhere. This may not be a problem for us, but for leprechauns such a pool is soon an insurmountable kind of swimming pool. Trying to wade through it? Impossible, the royal shoes could just get wet, not to mention the royal trousers. And with wet pants he could not visit female Pine Cone, who celebrated her birthday just today. Was that bad? Well, count. The beech nut tail of female Pine Cone was wonderfully tasty, if you've ever tasted it you don't want to miss it.
It did not improve King Babbelstocking's temper. How was he supposed to fix this? So walking wasn't going to go. Sailing then maybe? But how? He had read a story that explained exactly how to fold a boat from an old newspaper, but with leprechaun newspapers such a thing would not work.
Annoyed, he gave a firm slap on the windowsill, on which gnome Mopfly came in worried. “Is something wrong, Your Majesty?”
“Oh, Bromfly, you can see how wet it is outside, don't you? How do I get dry feet on the birthday of female Pine Cone? '
Gnome Mopfly tapped a few moments thoughtfully with his index finger against his chin. Then a smile broke through. “Your Majesty, I have a great idea! We borrow the drone of male Hans! '
