Over the next few weeks, I’ll be posting details of the fountain at Dupont Circle in Washington, DC.
After twenty one years of marriage, King GarGar and Queen Pirouette were more in love than ever. When they first met, he was le comte des deux chats and she was la Princesse royale. For GarGar it was love at first sight. For Pirouette the feelings took longer to take hold, but when they did, the grip was tight. Occasionally, the King’s gaze might stray, but the Queen would only have eyes for her husband.
When Queen Pirouette received the Baron Wilhelm von Freedvont-Schpleizping in her throne room, he bowed low at the waist. When he did so, he emitted a loud flatus. The Queen unfurled her fan and put it over her face so that none of the courtiers could see her giggling. The Baron was horrified with embarrassment. Red-faced, he quickly exited the throne room, the laughter of a few brash fellows singeing him like fire from behind.
For five years, the Baron stayed away from Court. The day he returned, Queen Pirouette received him in the exact same room as the previous occasion. After he had bowed low before her enthroned, she smiled and said to him, “My dear Baron, I’d quite forgotten about the fart.”