The occasion was Princess Pirouette’s eighteenth birthday and the entire court was abuzz with excitement. The old King, feeling awfully chipper, insisted that he have the first dance with the birthday girl. She was only too happy to oblige him. His Majesty’s arthritic feet seemed to glide on the black and white tiles of the ballroom floor.
Just as the old King was getting ready to give Princess Pirouette a little spin, he suddenly swooned in her arms. Alas! She was not strong enough to support his weight, so he fell to the floor as if in slow-motion. Cries of alarm filled the ballroom. The royal physicians, always in attendance, rushed to their patient, leeches and knives in hand. What these learned men did not know, nor could ever know, was the His Majesty was suffering from a serious malady: encephalopathy. Neither a thousand leeches, nor a thousand cuts could cure His Majesty of this ailment. Bedrest and prayers were the best treatment available at the time.
Beautiful Photographs 
Loving the bottom pic its like the cat on the left said something shocking and the other is reaching round to look and going ‘Tell me you didn’t just say that!” lol
That second photo is from a year ago. I’ve got a treasure trove of older pics of those two that I’ve never posted, so I’ve been plumbing them. Ha! 😺
Its great to have a collection to pick from. Especailly when we get tough prompts like today.
They’ve been pretty tough for the past few days. I mean, encephalopathy? Really?
Yeah, encephalopathy was a bad word to choose. I understand making them complex and interesting but the words need to be something we can actually use and inspiring enough to use them too.
Today it’s dusty boots. I can work with that. 😺
Still a weird prompt but much more doable.
Indeed! Who doesn’t have a pair of dusty boots? 😺
I certainly do, living in the country everything either has a coating of dust, mud or manure lol