A secret passageway connected the King’s and Queen’s chambers to one another. That way they could travel back and forth without anyone else in the palace being the wiser. On this particular night, Queen Pirouette entered her husband bedroom to find him crouched over his desk with an overturned goblet and some wet documents. It was hardly an edifying sight.
“GarGar!” Cried the Queen. “Have you been drinking?”
“No. No. May dear,” he responded groggily, “What you seen before you is merely a study in fatigue!” Whereupon, he buried his face in his right arm, wedging the left side of his face into the wet surface of the desk.
[NEWS: GarGar caught his first mouse today!]