Roy DuPois, King of Peas
He strode across the plains like a behemoth.
Roy DuPois, King of Peas. He was unlike any other creature known, standing some 250ft tall, a full man, a great man.
None were known. He was unique, a man alone, but always welcome, wherever he went.
The villagers looked up at him, craning. Sometimes his head peeked through the clouds. They cheered his arrival and wept deeply upon his departure.
His smile was as warm as a summer eve, bright as the sun as it radiates through though thin eyelids.
His eyes twinkled like stars and entranced all, creating deep trust throughout the hearts of one and all. They dilated in the sun, piercing through the mist of higher altitudes, focusing on the journeys to be had.
King of Peas! Praise thou!
Everywhere He wandered, the peas they did flourish.
Villages were overrun with peas, they emerged up from the ground, almost animal in nature, springing from the ground as if escaping from the womb to suckle at the teat of a shining sunbeam.
The crops were good, people were joyous, the peasants had peas to sell along with the other fauna they had nurtured and slaughtered for sale.
They were grateful, and rejoiced, celebrating Roy DuPois as they danced, and singing great songs in tribute.
As the harvest crept in, Roy DuPois made preparation to depart.
The snow began to settle, and he left the village, waving and grinning as the villagers wondered aloud when he would return to them, to bring the peas anew.
"Next year, my friends.." he cried, grinning as he raised his huge leg over the mountain.
And so the cycle went; Roy Dupois would show up in the spring and depart by winters-fall, spreading to his people the way of the pea and all it's pleasure.
And so the cycle went, for many years, eons.
King of Peas! Spread and wander. Winter and spring. Peas for all mankind!
Came a day that people began to grow weary of the pea; they whined for better, for pigs & cows, for chickens, ranches and corn. We grow weary of the pea, it does not fully sustain us, they grumbled. We need more room for mass.
There is a hole within each man that cannot be solely filled with peas, they cried.
Roy DuPois once again came back, but found people were not as adulated to see him as on previous visits. The villagers avoided his gaze and laughed half-hearted when acknowledging him.
He had noticed also that he had begin to age, and lines had started forming around his electric smile and brilliant eyes.
Eventually, after aging much more and being pushed away by his children, whom He had cared for with the nourishing bounty of beautiful peas, Roy DuPois was forced away.
His people had little time left for peas and Roy DuPois faded into the mists.
But he did not die, no. He faded, but did not disappear. He still brushed his fingers across the plains and from time to time, tapped in certain spots.
By now he was an old man, his eyes still bright but slightly sad.
Peas had spread across the world, as was his plan; the living plants did not need him to survive the winter, he was only the conception of them. They did not need him anymore.
In truth, he had only visited the villages to see the joy that his children, both man and plant, experienced. They fed off one another, pea for pod, bone for flesh.
But he could never forget the song the villagers sung upon his arrivals:
Roy DuPois, King of Peas!
He won't make you kneel 'pon your knees!
He is not that kind of King! No, no!
Brings the life of gre-e-en,
nowhere he hasn't be-e-en,
He plants the pod, with wink and a nod,
and he's nowhere to be se-eee-n!
Praise Roy DuPois, King of Peas!
King of Peas!
King of Peas!
THE END
Roy DuPois, King of Peas. He was unlike any other creature known, standing some 250ft tall, a full man, a great man.
None were known. He was unique, a man alone, but always welcome, wherever he went.
The villagers looked up at him, craning. Sometimes his head peeked through the clouds. They cheered his arrival and wept deeply upon his departure.
His smile was as warm as a summer eve, bright as the sun as it radiates through though thin eyelids.
His eyes twinkled like stars and entranced all, creating deep trust throughout the hearts of one and all. They dilated in the sun, piercing through the mist of higher altitudes, focusing on the journeys to be had.
King of Peas! Praise thou!
Everywhere He wandered, the peas they did flourish.
Villages were overrun with peas, they emerged up from the ground, almost animal in nature, springing from the ground as if escaping from the womb to suckle at the teat of a shining sunbeam.
The crops were good, people were joyous, the peasants had peas to sell along with the other fauna they had nurtured and slaughtered for sale.
They were grateful, and rejoiced, celebrating Roy DuPois as they danced, and singing great songs in tribute.
As the harvest crept in, Roy DuPois made preparation to depart.
The snow began to settle, and he left the village, waving and grinning as the villagers wondered aloud when he would return to them, to bring the peas anew.
"Next year, my friends.." he cried, grinning as he raised his huge leg over the mountain.
And so the cycle went; Roy Dupois would show up in the spring and depart by winters-fall, spreading to his people the way of the pea and all it's pleasure.
And so the cycle went, for many years, eons.
King of Peas! Spread and wander. Winter and spring. Peas for all mankind!
Came a day that people began to grow weary of the pea; they whined for better, for pigs & cows, for chickens, ranches and corn. We grow weary of the pea, it does not fully sustain us, they grumbled. We need more room for mass.
There is a hole within each man that cannot be solely filled with peas, they cried.
Roy DuPois once again came back, but found people were not as adulated to see him as on previous visits. The villagers avoided his gaze and laughed half-hearted when acknowledging him.
He had noticed also that he had begin to age, and lines had started forming around his electric smile and brilliant eyes.
Eventually, after aging much more and being pushed away by his children, whom He had cared for with the nourishing bounty of beautiful peas, Roy DuPois was forced away.
His people had little time left for peas and Roy DuPois faded into the mists.
But he did not die, no. He faded, but did not disappear. He still brushed his fingers across the plains and from time to time, tapped in certain spots.
By now he was an old man, his eyes still bright but slightly sad.
Peas had spread across the world, as was his plan; the living plants did not need him to survive the winter, he was only the conception of them. They did not need him anymore.
In truth, he had only visited the villages to see the joy that his children, both man and plant, experienced. They fed off one another, pea for pod, bone for flesh.
But he could never forget the song the villagers sung upon his arrivals:
Roy DuPois, King of Peas!
He won't make you kneel 'pon your knees!
He is not that kind of King! No, no!
Brings the life of gre-e-en,
nowhere he hasn't be-e-en,
He plants the pod, with wink and a nod,
and he's nowhere to be se-eee-n!
Praise Roy DuPois, King of Peas!
King of Peas!
King of Peas!
THE END
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