“Do you know that Marcus was a Roman Emperor?” Mark asked his mother, eating his breakfast in the farm kitchen. Mrs Hobart said, “Imagine!” and went on kneading the dough. “I am the Emperor!” announced Mark. “If your highness has finished breakfast,” said Mrs Hobart, “go out and play!” Mark went off grumbling! He took an old saucepan without a handle and put it on his head. Then he pinned a red tablecloth on his shoulders. “I have a crown and a cloak!” he declared, “Now all I need is a sword!” He found Grandpa’s walking stick. Soon he was marching through the farmyard into the meadow, leading his imaginary army into battle. June, the goat, was happily grazing when she saw this strange creature walking over her precious meadow. She charged at him, butting him right over the fence into the farm pond! That was the end of the Emperor’s battle!
Mark’s Dream Ends
