TALE OF
THE BEAST
Part creative.
Part production.
Fully Majestic.
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The townspeople of Adlandia had grown weary. They could no longer live under the archaic system inhibiting their success and general awesomeness. Why must everything take so long, cost so much and be so complicated? “We just want to make things,” the townspeople said. ‘Things people love.’
Then one day there appeared on the mountaintop a majestic beast. A glorious beast, with a great flowing mane and powerful frame. Part man, part… something else. In one hand it held a laptop and In another a film camera. Part creative, part production. In its pocket it had snacks. That’s not really relevant but the snacks did look delicious. Like a trail mix, but more homemade and with bits of white chocolate and…
Anyway, we digress.
So, as the townspeople gazed upon the beast it raised a hoof and proclaimed “Good people of Adlandia. I am here to save you. Or at least bring you snacks. (again with the snacks). I can bring you the speed of a thoroughbred, the strength of a lion, the agility of a cheetah and the cunning wit of an ape!”
“Are apes that funny?” asked one townsperson.
“Not wit like funny, wit like smart.” Said the beast.
“Oh, so not like haha witty” said the townsperson.
“Well, sometimes. But it’s more meant to mean like cunning. Resourceful. Etc.”
“Then why not just say resourceful?” asked the townsperson.
“Because it doesn’t sound as elegant.”
“Ooooh look who’s all elegant. Ooh la la!” mocked the townsperson.
“Can we not… do this right now? I’m in the middle of a proclamation.”
“Oooh, I’m Mr. Elegant Proclamation guy. Everyone look at me. I’m making a proclamation. And I’m witty!”
“Can we just…”
“Mr. Witty Proclamation Pants. At your elegant service!”
And then… the beast ate Steve. That was his name, by the way. Truthfully, the whole town hated Steve and they were ok with it. They just kind of shrugged and moved on.
From there on out, things really improved. Ever since the majestic beast showed up things just felt … better. Like they always should have been. Adlandia was a thriving, super-productive, snack-eating place. And the people?
They were happy.