The Phantom of the Forests

Once upon a time, there was a big angry bear named Mykal, who was king of all the forests. King Mykal was so mean and ruthless that he chased all the other peaceful animals out of his lush green realm, forcing them into slavery. One particular slave, Joesef the Fox, was very good at telling stories and writing songs, so Mykal decided to force him into being his courtyard minstrel. At first Joesef loved doing the work. He was so happy making songs and stories that everyone would know and love. Soon, Mykal demanded that he write a new song for him every single day. For about a week, Joesef did a very good job and made all sorts of wonderful things. Then, one day, Joesef ran out of ideas, and could make up songs no longer.

"Where is my song today?" Mykal roared at the top of his lungs, scaring away all the birds perched up in the tree above him that had come to hear Joesef's song.

"I… I… I j-j-ust couldn't think of… ah… one." Replied Joesef, nervously.

Mykal looked at the fox angrily. "I demanded a song from you each day! Now, why haven't you fulfilled your promise?"

"You're highness… I've ran out of ideas!"

"How can you run out of ideas? You're my minstrel! I demand you to have ideas and thus you shall! Now sing me a song!"

Joesef could see that Mykal was getting very frustrated, and this made him nervous. He did have one more song ready, but that song he had written for his girlfriend, Cassandra Gemini Fox. Surely he couldn't use it to serenade King Mykal? Surely Mykal would realize that it was special and couldn't be given to him.

"I do have one song." Joesef stuttered nervously. "But that song is for Cass-"

"Silence!" Shouted the bear in all his anger. "No explanation! Just sing for me!"

Joesef put his head down, and began to hum the melody softly.

"I can't hear you!"

Then, Joesef stopped. "I can't do this." He muttered.

"What was that you said?" Questioned Mykal.

"I said I can't do this. I'm sorry but I just can't sing you Cassandra's song. It's special between me and her and our fox-family. I can't let you have that."

Suddenly, intense rage built up inside Mykal, and he raised his mighty paw, and crushed down the fox with it. Joesef was badly hurt.

"Now sing for me," Mykal began, "Or I'll kill you and your precious Cassandra Gemini."

Reluctantly, Joesef picked himself up off the ground. Then, he tried to sing, but no words came out. "I can't." he said.

"What was that?"

"I can't sing anymore. When you hit me my voice was taken away."

"Nonsense!" proclaimed Mykal. "I barely scratched you."

But it was not nonsense. What Mykal had done had deeply hurt Joesef. He had forced him to write songs for him and sing until he could no longer, and now all Joesef's talent was wasted. Soon after Mykal realized his minstrel fox was worthless, he sent him out, and banished him from the kingdom, where Joesef and Cassandra lived in peace, happily ever after, yet forever scarred from Mykal's abuse.