The palace of ice had stood there all winter

The palace of ice had stood there all winter and now it was gone.

Any remnants of the igloo-like castle were long gone, as were its mysterious inhabitants. Had it melted in the spring? Had they somehow - oh, wait. It's still there. Oh. Okay...

So life in the ice castle went on as it did before. Good King Boris practiced whiffle-ball with the kids out in the courtyard while Queen Nadia tried to make bread in an ice oven.

and they knew it. Love would be in the air before too long and with it the complications of being two when one was their experience and sanctuary. Already the memories were rising

into the gas chamber, where they would be destroyed. The process was going as planned, and soon no memory of the memories of young love would remain. Dr. Vladmir Wenkelstien

coughed, but it was more of a cough-laugh "Muah ha ha ha-hack-hack!" His assistant looked at him. "Are you okay, Dr. Wenkelstein? You're not having second thoughts about the

Mulch Apocalypse are you?" Dr.Wenkelstein motioned for his assistant to hit him on the back which he promptly did,dislodging a humusy mass of brown matter. "Hack hork. You imbecile

! I was saving that bit for later!" He admonished. "No matter. I will simply buy another tub of hummus on my way home." Dr. Wenkelstein twacked his assistant on the head for his mi

misjudgment of how much hummus he needed. "You know what, you can have some hummus too. You've been better to me than I've to you."