He at once regretted eating his hands as now he had no way to eat his own face but -what luck! – his nose began to melt and, by sticking out his tongue, he was able to catch the drops as they fell.
Soon, all that was left of the king of chocolate was a small brown puddle and, having melted away without trace, the glory and splendour of the kingdom of chocolate passed away into memory and then into myth until, finally, no one believed it had ever existed at all.