(Satire) Once upon a time, in a mystical fairy tale kingdom, there lived an almost, pretty good, and kind grandmotherly monarch who awoke one day, only to discover she was facing yet another royal family crisis.
Pedigree is an absolute, you know...
there are no exceptions.
Pedigree is an absolute, you know...
there are no exceptions.
What should she do....what could she do?
It is her Kingdom, after all...therefore
everything is her
prerogative!
prerogative!
(Meanwhile, in a totally unrelated story)
"There now," Liz, soliloquizing
in her own special Royal manner,
"Who said this story could not have a happy ending?"
And they all lived happily ever after....except, of course for whats-his name, or whatever, and those two
ingrates now reportedly banished to the colonies, or wherever.
(Indeed, it's satire...or is it)?
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