Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Fairy Tale of the Prince who fell asleep at his Work, told for the first time by Joanne Okano, Puppeteer

One morning, Prince Rufus woke up late and mayhem ensued.  He ran about shouting orders to the servants to get his meal ready.  His wife was his servant, you think, but no, he was her servant, he said, and she was his servant like the British (Your humble servant, is how they sign their letters in the olden days, you know) of old.  No, his servants were the courtiers, and he wanted boiled eggs with liver pate on them on toast, browned on one side, boiled to a crisp on the other (princes have wierd taste sometimes like we do).  He ate everything, galumpingly quickly, then went back to bed for a snore-a-thon and then woke up again.  He had a cold and needed to stay in bed another minute, but he was terrified he'd be put in jail!  So he got up and tore through the palace laundry basket, looking for a clean shirt.  He found nothing, but put on an old t-shirt full of holes and lint.  No way!  you say, how could he do such a thing, he was a Prince!  But he did and soon the Royal Air Force took him over to the fence and threw him over it and said, "Go away, buffoon!  Out of our kingdom!  You're late!"  and threw him in the dump where he became a tramp.  He didn't know what to do!  He cried not, he painted war paint on his face and slammed the door not, but went triumphantly to his goal, the Police station.  He cried out in Danish (this is a Danish story), "These people don't know who I am!"  and they didn't, because he forgot to wash his neck!  Wasn't that it?  No, he was late, and he wore a torn t-shirt with lint on it and forgot to mind his p's and q's and forgot to drink soda with his meal and burp loudly not.  Isn't that it, Joanne?

No, no, Mayhew!  You forgot something!  Joanne was a child nearly when she forgot to wash her neck, the burping was caused by medication, and rickrack was the "tearing" you saw on the t-shirt Father of the Prince and reported to the Prince whose eyesight wasn't good either!

My being thrown over the fence by the military of the Nation of Bohemia was caused by the mafia!  Not me!  I ran away from them and they threw me over the fence, thinking me flighty and disabled by fear!

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