364 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
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“I dub thee Wordler 364,” the QUEEN intoned, with a tap of her scepter on the kneeling Wordler’s shoulders.
“Thanks a bunch, your Majesty. I’ve always wanted a number for my name. Can my friends still call me Louise, for old time’s sake?”
“They may not. Now hasten off to find today’s Word of Power. We’ll need it to stave off the destruction of our lands for one more day.”
“Uh-huh.” The newly appointed Wordler looked at her fingernails for a moment. She chose the longest and used it to pick her teeth. “I get an unlimited travel budget for this job?”
The QUEEN frowned. “We do not talk about money.”
“I do,” said Wordler 337, who had indeed brought MONEY to the village on her day of questing.
“So, 337 has provided the MONEY,” 364 mused. “As the designated Wordler of the Day, I can travel anywhere I want. I can go First Class, or better than First Class. Hey, if I wanted to, I could leave this cursed village behind forever!”
The other villagers exploded in outrage.
“But, but, but the Word of Power,” the QUEEN sputtered.
“I’ll have it shipped. Maybe. If I actually find it. But more importantly, I’ll be questing for some excellent chocolate. That stuff we have here is nasty.”
She set off, oblivious to the protest of her countrymen, and found herself on an airline with three service levels above First Class. With Triple Diamond Class, her private cabin had a plush leather seat with a push-button butt-warmer. Her lunch came on a silver tray, prepared by a Paris-trained chef. She was was even assigned her own strolling violinist. She had him play selections from Beyonce’s greatest hits.
“This is all very nice,” she admitted. “But is there chocolate?”
“Only the best and rarest chocolate in the world,” said her personal air-valet. “Each bean is hand-picked by an Oompa-Loompa and flown down the mountain in the beak of a dove. Would you like a truffle or a bar?”
“One of each!” When it arrived, 364 unwrapped the chocolate truffle and popped it into her mouth. “Oh. Oooooh! It’s a treasure! It tastes like Heaven wrapped inside Nirvana, but…why does it make me feel so empty?”
“Treasures are meant to be shared, Miss,” the air-valet stated.
364 looked down at her tray. “You’re not getting any of my chocolate, Jeeves. But I do see your point. I’ve been selfish and now everyone back home is going to hate me. Is it too late to turn the plane around?”
“Of course not, Miss. Triple Diamond Class passengers can change the flight plans at any time prior to landing.”
“Then let’s do it.” She took another bite and discovered the daily Word hiding inside the chocolate itself. “Bring more of this. Bring me enough of this chocolate to feed a village!” She grinned mischievously. “And charge it all to Wordler 337.”
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