And so, after 6 months of his rule, the chocolate king stood one evening on thechocolate balcony of his room, sipping a mug of hot chocolate and looked out over his domain contentedly; his gardeners had planted forests of cocoa beans that sent the scent of chocolate onto the evening breeze and in the plazas artists worked night and day on chocolate sculptures of the king, working hard to contain their frustration when he passed by to take a nibble. In the distance he could hear the royal band playing the national anthem through chocolate tubas and trumpets, the percussion section shaking cocoa beans in their pods.