There wasn't much in there, the ancient lawn mower a few other forgotten things. In came a few rotted chairs pock marked with holes, and the transformation to a palace was complete. We held court in green cloth robes all around like fairy wisps. We emblazoned our names upon the rusty sheet metal ," this will be here forever." I said. Forever is a cruel joke, 20 years or 2000, it makes no difference. and now in the palace where my fathers tools lay rusted and ramshackle, do I reminisce of days gone by, scrawl my name upon the wall anew. Oh my kingdom, my kingdom for that shed.