Monkeys

Once upon a time there was a queen who woke up when light was not even shinning out her window and who scurried little fairies off to school. Came home and did not feel an ounce of guilt at taking a nap, for an hour. Nor did she feel an ounce of guilt locking the big hungry wolf up in it's kennel due to the evil inferno that blazed and smoldered in the upper chambers. The chariot that she drove cruised up and down snowy white blowing blistery lanes. The queen read magical mystical tales of giant ancient turtles and ducks inside of pumpkins. Ballerinas danced in the setting sun of the Alaskan air. And on this ten degree day the queen remarked that she was quite satisfied being only robed in a pair of blue jeans and pull over. What a concept she thought that this once frigid little mouse was now semi Alaskan blooded.  She fed the little fairies sweet baked things. Then queen turned into Cinderella as she scrubbed not one but two cups of spewing chocolate magical stew. Stew of doom she thought. Over the hills and through the shining beasts she drove. With a heaving sigh she flitted the fairies into the healing tree where they were greeted by their royal queen highness. The fairies ooed and questioned the resting infant that lay in his healing bed. The little fairies filled their hungry bellies and told tales of their magical day.Then with a scoot and bump they were travelling the roads once more to finally reach home and hang their wings to fly again tomorrow. 

The end. 

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