Generally speaking, moths aren’t as flashy as butterflies. There are some exceptions. The luna moth is one of the largest lepidopteran. Its lime green wings are a beauty to behold. When they emerge from the chrysalis, they don’t even have a working mouth. Their sole purpose at that point is to reproduce. They only live about a week. I don’t know who this fellow is, but I think he has his own beauty. Like most butterflies, this moth has a proboscis and is enjoying a meal of pollen from this cockscomb.
Talk about a messy eater!
Queen Pirouette looked at her husband with seething resentment. What she had just witnessed was enough to make her reach for the dagger that she always wore on her belt. How dare he! She thought to herself. King GarGar and Lady Carelip were dancing. When one of her garters fell onto the floor, His Majesty replaced it on Her Ladyship’s leg. In front of the entire Court! She did not suspect them of having an affair, but seeing her husband behave so intimately with a lady of the Court would start tongues waging.
Later that evening, when the ball was over and everybody had retired to their respective quarters, Queen Pirouette pounced on King GarGar. “You son of a bitch!” She hissed. “Lay hands on the children’s nanny again and face the consequences!”
“Yada yada yada,” replied King GarGar.
“I beg your pardon?” Said Queen Pirouette.
“Let’s not argue, my dear,” said King GarGar. “I’m terribly sorry if I offended you. That was never my intent. Let’s kiss and make up. Yes?”
“Enjoy sleeping in the other room,” responded the Queen.
Queen Pirouette was born and raised in the countryside. Most of her childhood was spent under the care of her grandmother, who was the old king’s younger sister. As the years progressed, this relative and that relative would pass away, leaving young Pirouette alone and blue. On the other hand, each death moved her one step closer to the throne. When she turned fifteen years of age, a summons came from the palace.
“Time to say goodbye to your woodsy haven, Princess Pirouette. I am summoning you to the palace for an important announcement. It will be in your best interest to be present, front and center when I make my announcement.” Princess Pirouette (the elder) crumpled up the letter from the old king and tossed it onto the floor.
“Grandmama!” She shouted. “I’ve been summoned to the palace!”
All the children in the palace, including the royals, were gathered together on the green for the occasion of la Princesse Pirouette la plus jeune’s birthday. Already a young lady at the age of twelve, she tolerated the presence of Patches, the Court Jester, as entertainment for the younger children. Patches, for his part, was doing his best to keep the children amused until nightfall when there would be a fireworks display. In the meantime, as the children devoured cake and ice cream, Patches performed numerous magic tricks. Some were banal, as when he pulled a coin out of Pirouette’s ear. However, when he pulled a rabbit out of his hat, the children were impressed.
“I am Patches!” He shouted, “Master of illusion!”