The painter that the King and Queen hired sat mixing paints on his pallet. He was trying to match the colors of the ceremonial clothes they wore: ermine furs and golden crowns. Enthroned in their full regalia, they made quite a pair. Poor Helmut! (For that was the painter’s name). Try as he might to get a bead on the King, it was made difficult by GarGar’s inability to keep still. Even a pinch in the arm from Queen Pirouette failed to persuade His Majesty to keep still. With mounting frustration, Helmut began to stab at his pallet with his brush with a vengeance.
With thinly veiled anger, Helmut whispered hoarsely, “If only Your Majesty would keep still…”