The Ivy Diadem

In collaboration with Alvin Fischler


The king was growing old, so he called his sons and said to them, “Ima die soon, but first I want a wife.”

Soon thereafter, he died. “My brothers,” said the eldest, “we should do something about dad. We should honor his last wish.” So they summoned all the ladies of the land and said, “Whoever can marry this dead guy gets an ivy diadem.” Nobody wanted to do that, so they asked the village witch. “Very well,” she said.

The wedding was a low key affair, but she looked fine with the ivy diadem.

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