The Wicked Official: A Fable

The following is a work of fiction involving fictional characters. Any similarities with real persons, living or dead, and actual events is purely coincidental.

Once upon a time, in a faraway empire, there lived a wicked official who worked in the Bastion of Assault, Terror, Fraud and Usurpation.

Now this man was known throughout the Bastion for his ill temper and abusive ways.

One day, one of his maidservants, the comely wife of one of his guards, entered his ministerial chamber in the course of her duties.

"Aha!" cried the wicked official, who coveted her. "Come here, wench, so that I may feel the ripeness of your fruits!"

With that, the wicked official grabbed lustily at her breasts.

Horrified, the maidservant ran from the chamber to her husband, and told him what had transpired.

Furious--for even though he knew he was part of a band that plagued the land, he still had his pride as a man--the guard rushed to confront the wicked official, and finding him, dashed him to the ground.

Now the wicked official was, as is often the case with abusive and arrogant men, a coward. Rather than fight man-to-man, he drew his service wea...uh...sword, and pointed it at his insubordinate guard, who knew if he did not surrender he would surely be struck down.

When word of this reached the Emperor's minister, who perused a personnel file thick with performance deficiencies, the wicked official was ordered to temporarily turn in his gun, go to anger management classes and take a walk every afternoon during business hours, where he spent his time throwing rocks at traffic signs.

Until one day, he retired with full pension and benefits, but despite this, remained angry and bitter until the end of his days.

The End

Personally, I prefer fairy tales with happier endings...