King GarGar smiled kindly at the poor falconer who had been caught poaching in the Royal Parklands. The penalty for such an act of lèse-majesté was punishable by fine or prison sentence or both. The man, haggard and trembling, stood with his hat in hand and his feet in chains before the King. Queen Pirouette was less disposed toward kindness in this situation as she saw any infringement on royal prerogatives as nothing less than an attack on the institution of monarchy.
“How many children do you have, my good man?” Queried GarGar.
“I’ve three younguns, Your Majesty,” whispered the defendant.
“I’ve fourk” replied GarGar. “I imagine it must be difficult to feed your children during the Winter months, yes?”
“Your perspicacity in all matters relating to Commoners never ceases to amaze me,” murmured the Queen softly.