Empires...AI?

(Scott) Scott Major and the Evil Demon

Once upon a time there was a determined boy called Scott Major. He was on the way to see his aunt Jessie Clone, when he decided to take a short cut through Rivendell Forest.

It wasn't long before Scott got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, Miss Berry, but Miss Berry was nowhere to be found! Scott began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Miss Berry. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, he saw an evil demon dressed in a blue top hat disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Scott.

For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed demon. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Scott reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from pumpkins and one made from crisps.

Scott could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.

"Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Scott looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Scott a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Miss Berry!

"Miss Berry!" shouted Scott. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Miss Berry back!" cried Scott.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Miss Berry out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, the evil demon in the blue top hat rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning.

"Hello Big Demon," said the witch.

"Good morning." The demon noticed Miss Berry. "Who is this?"

"That's Miss Berry," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Miss Berry would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the demon.

The witch shook her head. "Miss Berry is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Scott interrupted. "Miss Berry lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Demon ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Demon looked at the house made from crisps and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from crisps if I wanted to."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Miss Berry."

Scott watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give Miss Berry to Big Demon. He didn't think Miss Berry would like living with an evil demon, away from his house and all his other toys.

Big Demon put on his bib and withdraw a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Demon. "Just you watch!"

Big Demon pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from crisps. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

Eventually, Big Demon started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of crisps, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Demon.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Demon never finished eating the front door made from crisps and Miss Berry remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Miss Berry."

"Not so fast," said Scott. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from pumpkins. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the demon. He won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Scott.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Miss Berry back."

Scott ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from pumpkins and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.

Scott sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Scott. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Scott's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from pumpkins. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Scott was down to the final piece of the door made from pumpkins. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Scott had eaten the entire front door of the house made from pumpkins.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over Miss Berry or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Scott hurried over and grabbed Miss Berry, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Miss Berry was unharmed.

Scott thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Jessie. It was starting to get dark.

When Scott got to Jessie's house, his aunt threw her arms around him.

"I was so worried!" cried Jessie. "You are very late."

As Scott described his day, he could tell that Jessie didn't believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.

"What's that?" asked Jessie.

Scott unwrapped a doorknob made from crisps. "Pudding!" he said.

Jessie almost fell off her chair.

The End

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