The Tale of King George and Queen Cynthia PART IV!

May 19, 2009 in Big, fat, liar...Casey Anthony, The Tales of King George and Queen Cynthia
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The next day at Hopespring Castle was a doozy! Two guards were tarred and feathered, literally, outside the castle gate. The King awoke tired and angry. After performing his morning duty of feeding the Queen her breakfast in bed, and filing her fingernails into sharp points to match her eyebrows, the King decided that he was going to speak to the horrible mob himself. He marched to the top of the castle wall above the crowd, and shouted down to them, “All of you, leave my family alone. We have done nothing to you. Go away, before I release the guards to do my bidding!”

A man in the crowd, who was dressed up like the Princess with a noose around his neck, shouted back at the King. “Hey youse? King Guy! Bring ya datter out heeya, sose we can do yas guys a faiva! I gotta neck tie right heeya! Come aan!”

This made the King really mad, but he was too afraid to deal with the man in a dress on his own. “Guards!”, shouted the King, “Bring me the man in the crowd dressed like my sweet, smiling, holy, loving mother of a precious daughter! Post haste!”

Two brave guards ran toward the front gate of the castle. When they exited the door, there was a bucket of tar awaiting there arrival. A very old lady ran up to them, spit at the guards feet, said something they couldn’t understand, and threw feathers in their face. In her gravely voice she said, “Yeez all gunna rat in da debbils boilin’ pat fer keepin da trufe hidden!” Then she took her bony old finger and poked each guard in the shoulder. The guards ran back inside. Queen Cynthia was pacing back and forth in The Great Hall, while The Princess sat knitting some blue baby booties.

“Look!” Said the Princess. “I have finished the first bootie! Isn’t it cute?”

The Queen was talking to herself, and seemed to be repeating the same words over and over. “My daughter is innocent of this crime, you people don’t know the whole story, The Princess is a good mother.”

“Mother! I’m talking to you! Look at the baby bootie!” The Princess whined.

The Queen winced until the points in her eyebrows became two straight lines. At first, everyone thought that The Queen was going to scream, and then calmly she sat down beside her daughter. “Sweetie? Can I ask you something? Don’t get mad, okay? Ummm…why are you knitting blue baby booties, dearest?”

“Well, my new boyfriend, Frederico Fandango, told me the other day, that if he ever had children, he would only want boys, no girls. See?” The Princess smiled at her project.

Suddenly a guard entered the Great Hall. “Your Highness! Your son Lee of Lackabrain has returned from his quest! He is fighting his way through the crowd as we speak!”

“Oh! My dear Brother is home! I’m going to go change into something a little more sex…I mean, comfortable.” The Princess blushed.

TO BE CONTINUED….