once upon a time, in a kingdom nestled deep into suburbia, lived a princess of extraordinary beauty. with doe-like eyes and silky golden hair, the princess was worshipped and adored by all who met her.
only her parents were witness to her some of her more private habits the princess had -- like anxiety attacks and insatiable beaver-like need to consume any rough edges of furniture made of wood.
but the princess inspired the queen to do more for the others in the kingdom. the queen had decided to take the princess with her on visits to meet with prospective puppy parents in the village. to see how worthy they may be of having an adorable princess-like addition to their family.
so the queen and princess,escorted by the king, travelled to a home in a neighboring village. the princess was quite excited by the prospect, as was the king, although he deliberately attempted to tone down his excitement of their journey. the queen, who had been on similar journeys alone was the only one not bouncing with excitement as she knew the severity of this visit.
those villagers who called upon the queen were desperate. they had lost their own princess a few months back to a horrible disease and greatly missed the care and comfort of having a princess in their midst iin which to serve and cater to. their hopes of welcoming such a lass lay in the decision of the queen. and as we all know, the queen makes her decision based on the will of the princess.
so the villagers threw open their doors at once the queen's aging chariot drew near. with much fanfare, the villagers drew down to worship at the princess's feet, as people are wont to do in her presence. the princess smiled upon their welcome reception as the queen silently took note.
the king followed the villagers as they welcomed the princess on a tour of their not-so-humble abode. the queen slowly trapsed behind to look for split fences, gates that don't lock and anything that might not be fitting of a princess's home. but she found nothing that offended her.
inside, the villagers spoke of their love in which they hoped to share with a princess of their own. long walks, luxurious foods, spa-like trips in which to cleanse both body and soul of a princess. these villagers obviously knew the love of another, as the princess shook with joy as the villager seemed to know her favorite spot! (a good scritch behind the ears, if you must know.) my princess did a happy circle through my legs in which to share, unmistakeningly that these villagers had her approval.
after duly noting, the princess's approval, the queen and king found themselves drawn into conversation with the villagers as the test seemingly drew to a close. in those moments, the villagers and the king and queen, were reminded exactly who was in charge.
after sniffing her away around the villagers lovely white-carpetted home, the princess eyed up her spot. behind the coffee table and almost out of sight, the little princess began her dance.
spin once in a wide round circle.
spin twice for good measure, twisting round tighter this time.
spin the golden circle, even tighter this time, as her little white rabbit fluffy butt perches high over her intended target --
and drop two perfect, princess-like turds upon the carpet.
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