The king was working in the garden. He seemed very glad to see me. We walked through the garden. This is the queen, he said. She was clipping a rose bush. Oh how do you do, she said. We sat down at a table under a big tree and the king ordered whiskey and soda. We have good whiskey anyway, he said . . . It was very jolly. We talked for a long time. Like all Greeks he wanted to go to America.
Thus, in just about the shortest story he ever wrote, Ernest...
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