Once there lived a great and noble king.  He had risen to power from the humblest of origins, having been born in a mere hovel.  Using his wits and skills he managed to rise to power, inspiring followers. This king had proved his worth to his countrymen and risen to the ultimate position of power through his wits and skills.  But still, he was not happy.

  The pressures of his life weighed on him like a mountain.  Everyone looked to him for leadership, his life as an example to all others.  From dawn till dusk the king found himself far too occupied with the affairs of the court.

  One day over his vast feast of a dinner an idea dawned upon him.  He called for the two best chefs in the land, and told them to make food to make him happy.

  The first chef researched the king's history, searching for the foods that he had eaten as a child, the nostalgic aromas and flavors would surely bring back happy memories of the king's childhood.  The second chef prepared the fanciest dishes he knew.  The highest of cuisine, fit for a king.

  The time for tasting arrived, and the king entered the dining hall after a particularly stressful day.  The two chefs saw the king's gloom, but were sure their approach to cuisine could not fail to restore good humor.

  The first chef presented the king with his meal - Cold Gruel and Week Old Bread.  The King took one taste and threw the gruel in the face of the first chef.  The king ordered the Chef's imprisonment for reminding the royal person of the horrible squalor he had to endure as a child.

  The second chef presented his meal to the weary and sad King.  The king stared at the food, admiring the beauty and aromas. He began to eat, and the divine flavors filled his palate.  As the king kept eating, his face broke into a happy smile.

  ...As well as breaking out in hives, and turning blue.

  Within moments the King flopped into the consumme, dead.  The second chef was hauled off to the gallows for regicide, and perhaps learned a lesson to take with him to his next life.

Happiness must come from within, not without.