My mind is churning like an over revved engine with all I want to talk to the King about today. I stride past the gate, and up the steps to the throne room, taking them two at a time in my haste…

Growing up, I used to hide to finish a book.  If Dad found me, his question was:
“Why don’t you find something productive to do please?”
I would grudgingly put down my book,  go outside and do some of the never ending chores the ranch produced.