I had a dream last night...
I saw the Golden Horse, with the arrogant Rider on his back, racing toward the town north of the Golden Apple King.
They flew through the streets, past the butcher and the tanner, coming to a stop at the shop of a tailor, with expensive clothing hanging in the windows.
The Rider swung his leg off the saddle, and began to tie up the reigns, when the tailor came rushing out.
"Good day. Good day." he said.
The Rider turned to him. "Yes, yes. To you as well. I've come to buy–"
But he was interrupted by the shop owner: "Best not leave such a beautiful horse out here unattended." he said.
"What's that?" asked the Rider.
"It's those two rich hooligans." informed the tailor. "They'll sell anything they can get their hands on for another pint of beer and a song!"
"Well I've come for the fanciest suit you've got. One fit for a the groom of a princess on her wedding day!"
The shop owner's eyes brightened, seeing that the Rider was a rich man himself. "Well, we can do business right here." he told him. "I just got in two suits that match just such an occasion!"
The tailor disappeared into his store, as the Rider looked about the streets, wondering if he might catch a glimpse of the men the tailor was talking about.
The shop owner came back with two royal garment indeed, impressing the Rider as soon as he saw them.
Taking one of them up in his hands, the Rider said "Amazing! These could be nothing less than the clothes of a king!" He looked up at the man. "Where did you get these?"
"Actually, from those hooligans I spoke of." replied the tailor. "They sold them to me for half what they're really worth!"
"I'll take this one." instructed the Rider, of the yellow one in his right hand.
"So," began the store owner, watching his costumer count out his money, "Is this really for a royal wedding."
"Indeed it is, my good man!" he replied, swinging himself back up on his horse with the garment in his hand. "Mine! And with the Golden Princess!"
–Charles M Warren
