King Midas Essay Research Paper Long ago
King Midas Essay, Research Paper
Long ago, during the time of knights and dragons, there lived a king named Midas. He was considered one of the richest men on earth, but just like the many wealthy people around, money did not bring much happiness to him. Unsatisfied, he then assumed that perhaps being the richest among the rich could be the answer to his desires for a better life.
Once, our friend was sitting on his throne, contemplating the meaning of life like he always did at lonely times, when his honorable servants came rushing to him. In one of their arms carried a dwarf of an old man. Bewildered, King Midas asked with a tone of inflection in his voice, ?Who is this funny-looking little man? He looks like that idiot friend of mine, Confucius!?
?Master, do not be rude!? one of the servants warned. He continued, this time whispering: ?This man here is Silenus. He happens to be the friend of the great god, Bacchus!?
?Where did u find him?? Midas demanded to know. An encounter with the friend of god seemed nearly impossible.
?We found him, unconscious, under the apple tree in our garden. Apparently he had tried to reach for the fruits when your pet dog, Chap, thought he was a thief, so he went charging at Silenus, knocking the daylights out of him,? reported the servant. Silenus lay in the arms of the young man, fast asleep. Midas then ordered the servants to bring him to a guestroom and watch over him. When Silenus woke from his deep sleep, he was all dazed, unable to recall whom he was. He had lost his memory.
Midas offered the old man accommodations at his palace for as many days as he would prefer. He allowed the old man to eat as much as he wanted to. He just wanted the man to feel comfortable during his stay.
The old man grew bored easily as he had found the entertainment available at the Midas Palace was not suited for old geezers like himself. As a result, the King himself got bored at Silenus. He had attempts to make friends with the friend of God, but the old man could not recall a single thing about his friend, and he prefers spending most his time eating apples under the tree. Midas decided he had to return Silenus back to Bacchus before his life becomes a bore too.
Bacchus, upon seeing his friend, was very pleased, but on Silenus side, he still was unable to recall whom Bacchus was. ?You silly old thing,? he said, punching Silenus? small head, ? You cannot recall who am I?? Silenus replied with the shaking of his head. Bacchus laughed, assuming that his friend was just trying to amuse him.
He looked at Midas gratefully. ?Good fellow! I will grant you any wish you make!?
?How many wishes?? asked our friend.
?One,? replied the God.
?Only one?? Midas was disappointed! He then thought for a little while, managing to recall one of his childhood dreams. He turned to Bacchus and said, ?My wish is? that everything I touch will turn into gold!?
Bacchus laughed at Midas? request, but granted the wish anyway.
The moment Bacchus gave Midas the ability he had longed for, Midas felt that he had an extra power- something that can make him the happiest man in the world! He tested his hands on a pair of chopsticks. The sticks turned to gold.
Midas was so overjoyed; he grabbed Bacchus? hand to shake it, to show his thanks. Bacchus turned to solid gold too.
?Oh my god!? he exclaimed. Bacchus, as a god, was able to turn back to his original state again.
?You stupid!? Bacchus retorted. ? Be careful of your abilities!?
Midas went back to his palace. He went back to his room to change into something more comfortable. When he has contact with his shirt, which he intended to take off, it turned to solid gold too! The gold shirt weighed him down. It took quite some time for him to get out of the weighty clothing. He had to send his servants to help him take off the rest of his clothing, and that turned out to be very embarrassing for our man.
Midas went for a bath. He picked up a bar of soap. It turned into gold. The same goes to the water he was to wash himself in. Our man was frustrated; he slapped himself on the forehead.
Midas was indeed the luckiest man on earth. He had what he had always dreamed of. As a gold statue, even his own anatomy had become what he always wanted.