“Believe me my people when I say to you I was once like you are now”
This poor mouse was born with the embarrasing affliction of having excessive facial hair. Mercilessly bullied his whole life he was forced into a role of servitude and degradation. He could have been beaten, but instead he devised a brilliant and cunning escape plan for himself.
He moved to a field several miles away, stopped shaving his beard, and pronounced himself ‘The Sultan of Somewhere’ hot and mysterious. So great were his stories that he soon managed to command the love and respect of all he encountered. He even began to believe his own lies, and at night he would dream of the voluptuous veiled Sultanas he had left behind in Zanzibar.