When Queen Pirouette received the Baron Wilhelm von Freedvont-Schpleizping in her throne room, he bowed low at the waist. When he did so, he emitted a loud flatus. The Queen unfurled her fan and put it over her face so that none of the courtiers could see her giggling. The Baron was horrified with embarrassment. Red-faced, he quickly exited the throne room, the laughter of a few brash fellows singeing him like fire from behind.
For five years, the Baron stayed away from Court. The day he returned, Queen Pirouette received him in the exact same room as the previous occasion. After he had bowed low before her enthroned, she smiled and said to him, “My dear Baron, I’d quite forgotten about the fart.”
When Queen Pirouette smiled, the effect was like a warm summer breeze scented with honeysuckle caressing your cheek. On the other hand, when she frowned, it was like a gelid wind blowing down from the Arctic, leaving recipients shivering in its wake. Unfortunately for the delegation standing before her throne, she was angry and not trying to hide it. She wasn’t just frowning. She was scowling.
“How dare you approach me with hat in hand after what you did!” She growled through gritted teeth.
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The airs of bugle, fife and drum filled the streets of the city, making the boom of fireworks a fitting crescendo. Gangs of young apprentices, drunk on the wine that flowed from the city’s fountains, roamed the streets singing patriotic songs. Every twenty or thirty minutes, canon fire boomed from the castle that brooded over the city, where King GarGar and Queen Pirouette were celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary, as well as a glorious victory over their loathsome enemies. That would explain the madness that seemed to grip the entire city.