A Krispy Kreme Fairy Tale
"Wait, good people! Harm not my father! I have solved the mystery of the doughnuts." There was a sudden silence. The king nodded for his son to continue. "The cooks guild is on strike. They are demanding more vacation time, shorter hours, and two more barrels of pickles a week. As soon as you meet their demands, they will return to work."
"Done." The king agreed without any hesitation. A tavern wench was over heard to say:
"That's all it was? Why if they had asked me, I could have told them the cooks were on strike before they even went on strike. I don't know what the Witch complains about, she gets more respect than us tavern wenches do. I need to talk to my agent…"
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