My Ultimate Adventure

I was in a crystal palace, in a soapy bath, dozing off.

I was a great Raja, with a gleaming palace. It was glamorous but the tranquil picture was pierced by the first round of bullets which sprayed the landscape. It echoed in the distance.

A telephone rang. I took it. An English general barked orders. I picked up "World war"; stuff. I put the telephone down, took my first move. Next thing I knew, a scream originated in my throat. Blood was seeping through my clothes...

"Wake up!" mum shrieked. My ultimate adventure was a feeble fire, whisked away...