A Story Riddled with Mystery.

            Once upon a time, way up in the Stickler Mountains, the picturesque kingdom of Quiz had a problem.  The kingdom’s whole supply of enigmas were shut tight behind the great wooden doors of Mr. E’s warehouse and no one, not even Mr. E himself, could remember where the keys were stored.

            Now, the people of Quiz loved their brainteasers and the thought of having nothing to puzzle over at night before bed disturbed them greatly.  So, after much deliberation with his advisers, and reaching no solution, the king called an emergency meeting in the town hall to hear ideas from the populace.

            “We must get those doors open,” said the king.  “Winter is nearly upon us.  Without our supply of enigmas to see us through the long nights we shall surely be bored to death.”

            “Have you nothing to remind you where the keys are, Mr. E?” asked a small boy in the front row of the meeting hall. 

            Mr. E sadly shook his head and was about to answer the child when something dawned on him.  Quickly reaching inside his coat he pulled out a small scrap of paper.

            “I remember jotting down this riddle as a way to jog my memory,” he said “but I don’t know what it means now.”

            “Well, read it to us” said the boy, whose name was Puzzlewit and was widely considered the cleverest person in the kingdom.

            Rising from his chair Mr. E. adjusted his spectacles on his fat nose.  Then he cleared his throat loudly and began…

A perch for a raven,

In a poem by Poe.

You may think that was me,

But the answer is no.

            With a sheepish smile Mr. E. returned to his seat.  A hush fell over the hall as everyone began to ponder the meaning of the riddle.  After a few moments Puzzlewit spoke.

            “If you all will follow me, I think I can lead you now to where we might find the keys.”  And he did.

Where did Puzzlewit lead everyone?

I'm Karl Fogsen, thanks for reading.