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It's good to be the king...

Several days pass after you decide to stay in the village and impersonate who ever this person the wolves think is you. You guess they think you are a visiting monarch or long lost royalty, you don' really know. you dont speak the local lingo and they dont understand you much except for ?I'm hungry, bring more food .? Sometimes you wonder if you should leave while you still can but you just cant bring yourself to give up the good life.

You have changed some over your stay. For one thing you are now hopelessly addicted to food as evident by your weight which brings us to topic number two...

All those kingly feasts don't come with out cost. You have grown rather plump and fleshy since you arrived. In short you are three feet tall...laying down.

While not morbidly obese, thankfully, you still wont be running a marathon or to anywhere else for a long, LONG, while.

So one day you find your self sprawlled out on your throne, feet and tail over one side, head over the other, blissfully letting a villager feed you grapes when a messenger brings you news that you have a visitor.

"Send him in!? you say in your most most kingly tone and laugh at yourself.

Enters one very large wolf. You sit up in shock. It is like looking into a mirror. the wolf looks just like you, down to fur patterns, except for the rolls of fat that bulge around your belly.

?Wow!? you exclaim. ?you look just like me! who are you??

?I am Prince Wilks the 24th. but a better question is who are YOU?? the wolf draws the sword at his side, leveling it at the end of your snout.

?And why are you sitting on MY throne?!?

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