GarGar and Pirouette! GarGar and Pirouette! GarGar and Pirouette! GarGar and Pirouette! The people sang. Crowds of people from every walk of life poured into the courtyard of the palace. Intoxicated with joy over the official announcement, they popped open champagne, which they drank directly from the bottle. They hugged and kissed one another. Normally these people would be strangers to one another, but tonight, they were all of one family. Their young and beautiful queen was going to marry the man of her dreams. Hurray! They shouted. Hurrah! They shouted. Long live the Queen! Long live GarGar!
When the happy couple finally appeared on the balcony to wave and acknowledge the patriotism of the crowd, the crowd in turn hushed. It was as if some spell had been cast upon them. They stared up at their Queen and her fiancé as though they were in a trance. The very moment that GarGar wrapped his arms around Pirouette and gave her a kiss- right on her very mouth- they erupted into applause. The men tossed their hats into the air. The women waved their scarves. It was absolute pandemonium.
GarGar whispered into Pirouette’s ear, “How many people do you think are going to be trampled tonight?”