After three days of being in prison the prison door opened and the guard pushed somebody into Michael's cell.
"You're gonna have company for awhile." The guard told Michael then the guard left.
The boy sharing his cell was a little younger then he was and had curly brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hi," The curly headed boy said with a big smile. "I'm George. Looks like we're gonna be roommates for awhile."
"I know who you are." Michael said. "You're the court jester."
When Michael said this George pulled his hat over his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Said Michael. "Did I say something wrong?"
George smiled again.
"No, you didn't say anything wrong."
"I don't get it, what's the cou-"
George started to pull his hat over his eyes again.
"I mean, what are you doing in the dungeon?"
George put on a big smile and for a reply he said, "It sure is easy to break the law in this Kingdom, isn't it?"
"You're telling me." Said Michael, thinking of how he ended up here.
"What are you in for?" Asked George.
'Is he trying to change the subject away from why he's in here?' Michael thought to himself, and then Michael put on a serious face.
"I killed somebody."
George's eyes widened.
"Who?" He asked.
"Ms. Carriage." Michael replied. George didn't get it at first then he started to laugh.
"Hahaha, what did she do? Break a wheel on you?" Asked George, still laughing.
"No, she is queen of the carriages you see and we were talking about life and I told her I don't think the world is flat and she said 'You don't?' and I said 'No.'"
"And she said 'Well you get out of my queendom!'" George finished.
They both laughed.
"How did you end up in here?" George asked.
"I really did kill a carriage." Said Michael. "It was Lord Furlamore's carriage."
"Ah, let me guess." Said George. "You put a little dent in it and he wants war."
"No, his carriage rolled off a cliff."
"Ouch. Well, don't worry; it was probably a mercy killing."
"Hey Michael, you've got company." The guard called out.
"Is it Phyllis?" Michael asked himself.
"Who's Phyllis? Your girlfriend?" George asked.
"My wife-to-be." Michael answered.
"That's great, when's the wedding?"
"As soon as I get out of here."
Then Phyllis walked over to Michael.
"Hi April." Michael said.
"April? What happened to Phyllis?" George asked. "Oh, I get it." He said with an even bigger smile. "You're going to marry Phyllis, bump her off, take her money and elope with April. What a beautiful love story. Gross, sick and nasty but still."
"No," Michael said with a chuckle. "This is Phyllis."
"Hi Phil." George said. "You look exactly like April."
They all laughed.
"I've brought you some more bread, Michael." Said Phyllis as she handed Michael the bread.
"Good, I'm hungry." Said George.
"Is your name Michael?" Michael asked.
"Yeah," Said George. "It's my middle name."
Michael broke the bread in two and gave George half and before Michael even took a bite,
"I'm done." Said George.
"What table manners!" Said Phyllis.
"Thank you." Said George. "Have any more?"
"The next time I come I'll bring two loafs of bread.
"Thanks Phil." Said George then he looked at Michael's bread. "Are you going to eat that?" He asked.