Writing, as I do, on the Internet, a very social medium these days, I get a lot of messages from readers.
"Hey," one of these messages says "Write more about your trip to Disney 
World. Write about that time you went to Gaston's Tavern, near the 
Beast's castle. Write about how Gaston's Tavern was actually of a uniquely (for Disney World) 
suitable size to echo what it was supposed to be: a small deep forest rural 
village hunting tavern. Write about how you bought there that weird toasted 
marshmallow flavored apple slushie that came topped with mango passion 
fruit foam. And then how you wandered the baking sun trying to figure 
somewhere just to be for awhile, but there wasn't anywhere, because the Magic Kingdom doesn't really do places to just be, so 
you gave up and went back into the charming, but full, seating area of the 
tavern. Then, suddenly, dreamily, IT was there! Write about that, about 
how all of a sudden there was a beautiful, magical, gigantic throne-like chair, covered in bear 
hides or something ruggedly rustic like that, to the right of the 
roaring fake fireplace, all perfect for you and your wife to sit 
together in. But just as you made your way to this gargantuan chair a 
very small child from a nearby table spotted the chair too. You were 
there first though, and you sat down and it was absolutely heavenly. But
 as you sat in delight, sipping your bizarre, but very appealing, drink,
 and admiring the excellent room with all its Beauty and the Beast references, it was impossible to ignore the three 
year old child in a state of exquisite agony as he longed for your chair 
with every fiber of his being, all while his parents desperately tried to soothe
 him. Write about how you got up and let him have the chair and found a 
table facing the roaring fake fire as the parents mouthed 'thank you' at
 you. Write about how that was a pretty good seat too, but not quite as 
nice as the bear throne."
"Okay." I write back. "I will."
 
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