The Whipping Boy

1. In which we observe a hair-rasing event

The young prince was known here and there (and just about everywhere else )as Prince Brat. No even black cats would cross his path.
One high the king was holding a grand feast. Sneaking around behind the lords and ladies, Prince Brat tied their powderd wigs to the backs of their chairs.
Then he his behind a footman to waite.
When the guests stood up to toast the king, their wigs came flying off.
The lords clasped their heads as if they'd been scalped. The ladies shrieked.
Prince Brat (he was never called that to his face, of cource) tried to keep from laughing. He clapped both hands over his mouth. But out it ripped, a cackel of hah-hahs and haw-haw and hee-hee-hees.
The king spied him and he looked mad enough to spit ink. He Gav a furious shout.
"Fetch the whipping boy!"
Prince Brat knew that he had nothing to fear. He had never been spanked in his life. His was a prince! And I was forbidden to spank, thrash, cuff, smack ,or whip a prince.
A common boy was kept in the castle to be punished in his place.
"Fetch the whipping boy!"
The king's command traveled like an echo from guard to guard up the stone stairway to a small chamber in the drafty north tower.
An orphan boy named Jemmy, the son of a rat-catcher, roused from his sleep. He'd been dreiming happily of his ragged but carefree life before he'd been plucked from the streets and sewers of the citiy to serve as royal whipping boy.
A guard shook him fully awake. "On your feet, me boy."
Jemmy's eyes blazed up. "Ain't I already been whipped twice today? Gaw! What's the prince done now?"
"Let's not keep the grate folks waitin', lad."
In the main hall, the king said,"Twenty whacks!"
Defiantly biting back every yelp and cry, the whipping boy received the twenty whacks. Then the king turned to the prince. "And let that be a lesson to you!"
"Yes, Papa." The prince lowers his head so as to appear humbled and contrite. But all the while he was feeling a growing exasperation with his whipingboy.
In the tower chamber, the prince fixed him whith a scowl. "You're the worst whipping boy I ever had! How come you never bawl?"
"Dunno,"said Jemmy with a shrug.
"A whipping boy is supposed to yowl like a stuck pig! We dress you up fancy and feed you royal, don't we? It's no fun I'd you don't bawl!"
Jemmy shrugged again. He was determined never to spring a tear for the Prince to gloat over.
"Yelp and bellow next time. Hear? Or I'll tell papa to give u back your rags and kick you back into the streets."
Jemmy's spirits soared. Much obliged, Your Royal Awfelness! he thought. I'll take me rags,and I'll be gone in the half-blink of an eye.