Hop-Frog Descriptive Writing

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It was a dark and sinister night at Paris. I stroll down the street of Paris, knowing not the horror that lies in front of me. The street is empty and clouds hung oppressively low. At length, I came about an insufferably gloomy castle. I have come to this house to entertain my master, due to the banquet that will occur tonight. Although I am a professional jester, my master often times maltreated me and called me a fool. I believe the name “hop-frog” is what he calls me, because I am dwarf and crippled. Nevertheless, I approach to my master, greeting him and his guests. I never know anyone that is alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke and to tell it well was the surely his favor. …show more content…

I was captured by the ministers from my region. I cannot say, with precision, from what country I originally came. It was a barbarous region, which no person ever heard of—a vast distance from the castle. Notwithstanding my deformities, they enslaved me and sent me as presents to the king, by one of his general. Under these predicaments, there is no surprise that intimacy arose between me and another captive. We became very good friends. Her name was Margery, and on account of her beautifulness, she was greatly admired, although she was a …show more content…

“Drink! The wine will brighten your minds.” I endeavored, knowing that I could be drunk easily. “Ha ha ha!” exclaimed the king, as I reluctantly drink from the beaker. “See what a glass of wine can do! I can tell your eyes are shining already!” All the guests and jesters begin laughing, and laughed, but feebly, as well. “Drink, I say, or by the fiends!” I hesitated, and I can see the king filled with rage, while the ministers chuckled and smirked. Margery, pale as corpse, fall to her knee, imploring the king to spare what he is doing at me. At last, the king grew furious, he pushed her to the floor and threw the content of the goblet at her. Poor Margery stands up as best as she could, and there were dead silence for about half a

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