The Kingdom of Zazima had a long-standing traditional agreement outlining the shared responsibilities of its three Indunas. Due to its central location and booming copper production, Za’s Induna Helicopter Hover of Loosircar was entrusted with the role of chief traveler, representing the trio—collectively known as Zazima—on foreign trips.
Induna Zi, Mr. Gnash of Harally, was tasked with organizing car rallies in his pothole-ridden kingdom. Meanwhile, Induna Ma, Mr. Chuck of Leelongway, took charge of public relations. He was a fast talker but a reluctant traveler—his fear of journeys rivaled his love for farming.
Induna Gnash, for his part, made a name for himself in the car industry but was bound by travel restrictions, having lost his passport during the liberation wars. That left Induna Za, better known as Heightened Heights, as the ultimate Vasco da Gama. Armed with a diplomatic passport, he had the golden ticket to jet off at will. And jet off he did! He swiftly completed the 60 trips allocated to Za, then, like an octopus stretching its limbs, took over the travel slots of the other Indunas.
By Christmas, he had visited 120 more kingdoms on behalf of the ever-inept Mazi.
When things spiraled out of control, Induna Ma, Mr. Chuck, called a press conference. Though ostensibly addressing his own Matizens, his message was squarely aimed at the ever-wandering Induna Za. In a dramatic declaration, he announced a suspension of all foreign trips, insisting that the three kingdoms should seek local solutions.
Induna Za was livid. Induna Zi, on the other hand, was overjoyed. But Induna Za wasn’t done yet. He called his own presser aimed at Zatizens, lambasting neighboring leaders for their obsession with travel. With great theatrics, he insisted that traveling was not for his benefit but for all Matizens, Zatizens, and Zitizens.
Analysts, however, remained skeptical. Just after the presser, he headed to Sausage Airport, built by his predecessor, for yet another trip. As he stood in the doorway talking to an airline official, he was overheard whispering softly. “Go tell the pilot to fly anywhere—we’ll decide the final destination when airborne.”
Induna Zi, Mr. Gnash of Harally, was tasked with organizing car rallies in his pothole-ridden kingdom. Meanwhile, Induna Ma, Mr. Chuck of Leelongway, took charge of public relations. He was a fast talker but a reluctant traveler—his fear of journeys rivaled his love for farming.
Induna Gnash, for his part, made a name for himself in the car industry but was bound by travel restrictions, having lost his passport during the liberation wars. That left Induna Za, better known as Heightened Heights, as the ultimate Vasco da Gama. Armed with a diplomatic passport, he had the golden ticket to jet off at will. And jet off he did! He swiftly completed the 60 trips allocated to Za, then, like an octopus stretching its limbs, took over the travel slots of the other Indunas.
By Christmas, he had visited 120 more kingdoms on behalf of the ever-inept Mazi.
When things spiraled out of control, Induna Ma, Mr. Chuck, called a press conference. Though ostensibly addressing his own Matizens, his message was squarely aimed at the ever-wandering Induna Za. In a dramatic declaration, he announced a suspension of all foreign trips, insisting that the three kingdoms should seek local solutions.
Induna Za was livid. Induna Zi, on the other hand, was overjoyed. But Induna Za wasn’t done yet. He called his own presser aimed at Zatizens, lambasting neighboring leaders for their obsession with travel. With great theatrics, he insisted that traveling was not for his benefit but for all Matizens, Zatizens, and Zitizens.
Analysts, however, remained skeptical. Just after the presser, he headed to Sausage Airport, built by his predecessor, for yet another trip. As he stood in the doorway talking to an airline official, he was overheard whispering softly. “Go tell the pilot to fly anywhere—we’ll decide the final destination when airborne.”
