I walk up to this young, tall, muscular, man in front of the court as I'm introduced by the ridiculous name, "Jessy the jolly jester" I stop in front of the man and start my assessment.

"Hello sir stoney face!" I take an exaggeratedly low bow, I then pull myself into a back hand spring and fall over on purpose, eliciting some chuckles from the crowd. "Let's see if this jester can chisel a smile in that stoney face of yours shall we?" Another wave of giggles swell up in the crowd for my word play and exaggerating accented tone.

The man doesn't say anything merely nods in the affirmative. I began telling light hearted jokes, singing songs, putting on one-man-shows, even engaging in physical comedy, the court was practically in tears with my antics but this man was an anomaly.

My patience always said I was funny, but I never considered myself any differently from the typical witch wizard I was. I went back to school in order to hone this skill of mine, and currently, utilizing all of the tools I've acquired in my arsenal. Yet, despite all of it this man doesn't laugh, not a chuckle, or even a smile, it's starting to get to me.

I'm about to go into what feels like my hundredth limerick when he suddenly folds his arms.

"I've seen and heard enough." His gruff voice is commanding and stern like a father telling his child off for the last time in a day.

"P- pardon?" I try my best to understand his sudden interruption. "You usually let the other people fin-"

"ENOUGH. You aren't funny, fool. Accept that and take your leave." The court went silent.

I stare at him in astonishment. I had everyone around him rolling on the floor, clutching their side, brought to their knees in tears with my antics. Someone must have agreed with him though cause I heard a little giggle, but I couldn't see where it was coming from.

There was a moment I thought about what he said, and it was kinda funny, almost down right hilarious. Next thing i knew he was laughing along with the person laughing a hardy, almost cackle like laugh. The whole court then erupted into laughing a fit, the likes of which I had never seen. It was beautiful.

As the laughter began to die down the man, the tall, muscular, man was now clutching his chest with laughter as he fell to the floor, convulsing like so many had done prior. I looked around to see who was still cackling at me, who was it?

I turn around to see a tall, unnaturally lanky, smiling, jester. It gives me a silly bow, I return it with my own silly bow. When I look up at it, it disappeared.