It begins, as a good story should, with a man lost in a forest:
His majesty Carl XVI Gustaf, King of Sweden is not a man of letters, one could actually say he truly suffers from his learning disabilities. Being a king with obvious faults he is of course the perfect fool on the hill. When signing documents he often misspells his own name to the disillusionment of his own institution. 1973 he signs a rock wall outside a copper mine in Falun 'Cal Gustf'. Not only was he the first one to sign this rock incognito but he was also the first one to include the date by the day and month like the out-dated love affair carved into the local park bench. A painful but solid way of making his dyslexia public and a horrible moment for His majesty, painted in gold.
Queen Silvia made a pronouncement about the king's misspelling, saying he never got the treatment needed, that their kids have 'a bit' of Carl's disabilities as well and she will see to it that they get all the support one should have when being troubled with these sorts of difficulties. The son H.R.H. Prince Carl Philip filled in a questionnaire in school, inquiring about the future plans of its students. When asked what he wanted to become, Carl Philip answered without hesitation; 'Knug', (kung; king). Ever since the misspelling Carl Philip's father has been called 'Knugen' which in Swedish sounds like some sort of root vegetable, like knob celery or a potato, drowning the exclusiveness of kingdom into the starchy part of staple food. By the Act of Succession being the youngest of the royal family growing up to be a king is unlikely to ever happen and so, for the coming years Carl Philip had a military education and a two-year course of graphic design. The moral of the average joker ... continue