I believe a man is a product of his mind

I believe a man is a product of his mind so what he believes he becomes. So I became a vigilante, a anti-hero, or a modern day robin hood some would say. I fight for Justice

among the apples. Bessie, the biggest apple of them all, begged for food for her family. I snuck into the Castle of King George, and stole his most prized possession; his

custom-made, combination fruit-masher/apple launcher. The King spat seeds and fretfully searched the castle. "Now what am I going to do with all of these Macouns and Braeburns?"

The King got his answer faster than he thought. From out of nowhere, the Jester ran in to the court, swiping the Macouns and Braeburns from the king's hands.

juggling while pie faced. It always looked like he'd drop one as the jester staggered, taking a bite out of each one once per round. He tossed the cores in the Kings lap and

is the marionette show!" The jester laughed maniacally as the king struggled with the chain. Jester Hop-Frog leaped in front of the king. "Now, how do we get that mouth to speak

the words I want to hear?" The jester grasped the king's jaw and moved his mouth mockingly. The king, still struggling with the chains, pulled his head back and spat in the jesters

bowl of corn flakes. The jester was not amused. He started juggling the king's ball and chain at dizzying speed until finally flinging it into the king's face. "That'll teach you

to sleep with my wife! She may be fat...and ugly...and hairy...and has a pegleg, but dammit she was my wife!"