“Who would have thought in a million years that our little GarGar would one day become King!” Exclaimed his grandmama, la comtesse du piaf. “Why, when his parents died and I had to take him in, he was only this high from the ground.” With one clawed and wrinkled hand, she cut the air about about three feet from the floor.
Queen Pirouette smiled at la comtesse. “Tell me, grandmere,” she said. “Was His Majesty a naughty boy?”
“By no means! No!” The old woman replied. “He was lazy though. Wouldn’t lift a finger to save his life.” Everybody in the room, except King GarGar, laughed.