Off the top of my head.

Since I'm sitting here waiting on someone else to finish up some stuff, I decided to just write something off the top of my head. Here goes...

A long time ago, in a small country, and by small I mean it had a population of one, lived a solitary prince. The prince would often take long walks around his unpopulated palace or take long rides on his horse across the breadth and width of his country. On these journeys, he would never once come across another human being. In fact, when he sat down to think about it, which he did more and more, he would often remark to himself on just how barren of life his lands were. Over the years, this solitude began to wear on his soul and he began to really truly feel just how alone he was. Sure, he had his horse, but horses are notorious for stealing the covers in bed; not to mention how they chew their food at dinner or their lack of meaningful conversation. On the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the prince made a momentous decision and decided to seek out companionship or die trying. Gathering as many supplies as he and his horse could carry comfortably, he set off on a long journey...

To be continued?