Story

Once upon a time there was a King. His beautiful kingdom was not that far away. Actually just behind that hill over there. The King was loved by His people and very much feared by His enemies. Because the King owned a powerful Hammer which He used to bring peace into His Kingdom and keep enemies away.

That Hammer was not only huge and very heavy, but also very special. Back in the days, it belonged to a very wise Viking and the saying was, that that Viking got it personally from Thor himself. Or was it from Odin? Nobody really knew any-more. The King on the other hand got it from the Viking himself. As a passing gift to an old friend. When the Viking died, just before he did his last breath, he handed the Hammer over to the King.

The King was always fair with that Hammer. While he became very powerful with the might of the Hammer, he never really misused His power. But always looked after his Kingdom which was prosperous and all creatures within were living in peace.

Now the Pig Hanchō heard about the King and His Hammer. Years passed and the Pig grew greener with anger every day. First, nobody noticed. But some day one henchpig had a very funny day and when the Pig Hanchō passed, she made croaking noised like a frog. She should not have done this, for her day ended being a head shorter than it started.

And that was it for the Pig Hanchō. He needed to have that Hammer and take his own Kingdom, by force.

So one night the Pig Hanchō and his hundreds of henchpigs infiltrated the Kings castle while the King and his people were fast asleep. When they entered the chamber of the King, they saw the Hammer. It was silvery glowing in the moonlight. What a huge and wonderful Hammer it was! An what surprise the pigs had, when they tried to lift the Hammer. It was not only huge, but so heavy! Which was funny, because when the King wielded his Hammer, it always looked so light and easy to swing?

But the weight of the Hammer was not really a problem for the Pig Hanchō. He ordered his henchpigs to grab the Hammer and bring it to his home. Because the henchpigs feared the Pig Hanchō, the obeyed and huffed and puffed the Hammer away.

When the King woke up the next morning, it took a while for the King to find out that His Hammer was missing. For the King was no friend of early mornings and always needed a few hours to really wake up and start His mornings (which usually were His middays by then). The moment the King discovered the empty spot where His Hammer should have been, he started to loudly swear and curse whoever took His Hammer.

It is understandable that the King reacted like that. We all would probably do so. But the Kings Mormor (His Danish grandmother) didn't accept swearing in the castle and washed the Kings mouth. To do so, she did not use normal soap from the supermarket around the corner. But the Mormor used the soap she loves the most. Which is an African black soap made by Marseillian soapmakers, scented with the finest French lavender.

To make that embarrassing (for the King) story short: The Mormor used so much soap, that the King started to make bubbles, whenever He opened His mouth.

And this is how the King then started to chase after the Pig Hanchō. Instead of wielding His Hammer, he blows bubbles.