These well-loved figures always irked me with their trollish ways.
“So, crates,” began King David, addressing the boxes lying scattered about his storage shed. “Why are you here today?”
“We are here to inform you of the battle on yon bluff,” they responded. “Or so we think, but we might be entirely incorrect.”
“Are you incorrect?” asked David, though he knew the answer was no. He donned his armor and put his sword at his hip. The crates shrugged. “Would you like to lead me to this battlefield?”
“We may misdirect you, for it is within the power of one capable of leading to also mislead.”
David lifted his gaze to the heavens through a convenient hole in the ceiling of his storage shed.
“God, will these crates mislead me?”
“You can never be misled,” boomed a voice with all the billowing power of a wind in a void.
David smirked, gathered his boxes, and headed for the bluff.