King Solomon turned to ask him, "Do you know why I was called a wise man?"
Lenny shook his head. Although he did remember the biblical story.
After all, he was a knowledgeable person. However, even Lenny could tell that a story was on the horizon.
The king smiled as he raised his sceptre and then the leaves of the trees that looked like green pretty ancient runes rushed over as if having a life of their own, they danced ethereally in the air as they moulded together to form images as if showing the physical form of the king's story.
King Solomon began his story, "Thousands of years before your time, I was a son, a child amongst many of my father's children. I was not his first, nor second, nor third. But I was chosen to be king.
If any other was chosen for such a 'task', they would be happy, and proud. But I knew better.
This was no blessing. The throne was a curse on my life.