The King of Everything eyes the passing strangers, a low growl rumbling in his chest; each passerby a potential invasion to his personal space.
The King of Everything flexes on his haunches, ready to pounce the passing peasants, tethered to leashes made of various materials; lead by the neck, as slaves are so often cruelly lead.
The King of Everything observes the bright green ball resting, in the center of the tennis court.The King of Everything burst at lighting speed, eager to capture his felt prey.
The King of Everything has lain the law, all is in its place, all is well in the kingdom.
