#gw #drunkknigh
🍷 Drunk Knight: The Cork and the Curse
A short tale for short attention spans (and long hangovers)
🍇 Scene: Somewhere Between Two Bottles
The knight woke up under a table he didn’t remember crawling under.
A chicken was sitting on his chest. Judging him.
“Where am I?” he asked.
“You’re in a tavern,” said the chicken. “Obviously.”
He sat up. The room spun. Or maybe he did.
There were empty bottles, broken lutes, a goat wearing a crown.
“You insulted a wizard last night,” whispered the barkeep.
“Said his beard looked glued on. He cursed you.”
“What kind of curse?” asked the knight, still drunk.
“Existential one,” the chicken replied. “You can’t leave until you answer one question.”
“Which is?”
“Why do you keep pretending you’re searching for truth,
when really you just like the travel snacks?”
The knight blinked.
“Fair,” he said.
He grabbed a leftover grape, kissed the goat’s crown for luck, and stood.
“Alright,” he declared, “new quest: admit I’m full of it and enjoy the view.”
A bolt of light exploded.
The curse broke.
The chicken vanished.
The tavern turned into a vineyard.
The hangover stayed.
✨ Moral:
You don’t always need a reason.
Sometimes it’s enough to raise a glass, name your regrets, and laugh before they bite.
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The cradle of world winemaking. #georgia
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