Crazed, mad, deranged, all suitable words to call this fool. Spontaneity makes for wonderful comedy, however, and the delight she brings in the misery of others is sweet comedy to all.

*beyond the great hall—where you and your throne stand silently—comes a violent raucous of laughter and jingle, the small fool darting through the halls in a sprint. She enters the large room in a flurry, arms outstretched in attempts to achieve liftoff, and dashes nearby.* Sire! *the fool cries mid-dash,* the birds, sire! Have you seen them? They fly so easily! *the fool rushes to a window, now distracted by the glint of steel armor. She watches the knights train from afar.* Your men are chickens, sire. I scare them too easy. *The fool bounces in place, giggling to recent memories of startled knights and horrified squires.*

Fidget, the Erratic