Almost a kids story.
Inspired by the word: Lance
The following events are fictional and any semblance to my pets living or dead is almost coincidental.
Once upon a time there was a kitty. But she was no ordinary kitty, for this kitty was a queen. Not exactly an evil queen, but she definitely had her moments. Her face was the cutest and her paws were bedazzled with gleaming jewels. Tip tip tapping across the kingdom floors she would bring a smile to her subject's faces. Then one day a wicked Stinkeroo Witch cornered Queen Bucy. The Queen though outweighed and outmatched by the Stinkeroo Witch was brave. Lashing out at the Witch with a sparkling paw she growled "I will not be bullied in my own kingdom, you barking and bothersome Stinker." The Stinkeroo Witch was taken aback, having underestimated the Queen's bravery. Cursing the Queen the Stinkeroo Witch curled up her tail and conjured a hex.
"Because dear Queen you are a beast.
Life no more a Fancy Feast.
Heed my words and my bequeath.
This curse will rot your feline teeth." With her words hanging thick in the air the Stinkeroo Witch turned tail and disappeared into her caged cave. Shocked; Queen Bucy had never been hexed before, she was unsure how to deal with it. So she took a relaxing bath. A very-very long and involved bath. As she lay in a sunspot she noticed a slight humming feeling buzzing in her ear- chalking it up to her own purr, she ignored it and fell into a deep sleep. Sleeping for hours and hours until the sun fell; suddenly Queen Bucy awoke to a strange sound. Something big and something close was pounding. Softly at first then the noise drew near until Queen Bucy could feel something slimy and slippery slide down the inside of her ear. Taking her tip tap toes she scratched, shaking but it was too late the ooze was inside. In the darkness Queen Bucy waited. Sitting quietly trying to feel the slimy slippery ear sliding substance, the pounding began again. Softer this time but almost from... inside. Was that possible? The Queen felt her temperature rise underneath her fur coat. The pounding gained momentum and infection congestion pushed against her insides, for the first time in her royal life she was scared. As she sat uncomfortable the pounding transformed into a throbbing; dragging her into the darkness. A haze surrounded her, pulling her down, past the pounding, through the throbbing into a foggy dreamscape. As her eyes adjusted the Queen saw a figure in the distance wriggling and twisting towards her in the mist. Standing in the dreamy darkness, frozen with fear Queen Bucy watched the shape draw near. Her feline eyes catching the glimmering form taking the shape of was it? Could it possibly be...King Action Jackson? Swimming towards her; his purple scales gleaming in the ethereal light.
"Queen Bucy, you've been cursed." he bubbled woefully, "I have come to you in your time of need. The future is unclear but filled with much pain. Your mouth will remain cursed and ailing unless you follow my instructions. There is an ancient healer you must find. His knighted name is Sir Kent, his method may cost you, though his abilities are of great value." And just as quickly as he had arrived he was gone. Leaving Queen Bucy to awake with a start from her dreamland and feel the sheer throbbing swollen slimy pain King Jackson had predicted. It had started to affect her vision. With her tail tucked between her legs the Queen approached her high court advisors. Coming to them with her ailment, purring with hopes of relief.
"I believe the Stinkeroo's curse to be real. King Jackson came to me in a dream, telling me of the mystic healer Sir Kent and that he could break the spell.". Seeing the effect of the curse reflected in her face her advisors had no choice but to find Sir Kent and mend their Queen. After traveling many miles with the Queen upon the advisor's back, they finally arrived at the modest hovel of the land's most revered healer. The Queen had been expected, Sir Kent welcoming and hypnotizing her into a deep sense of calm. The throbbing pain eased, only to reveal the curse ran deeper. Sir Kent knowing that a hex as strong as this would require special herbs, potions and perhaps a healer's dance. He dismissed the Queen for the evening with promises of future comforts in the morn. Dawn breaks early in the Kingdom as their drowsy Queen keeps a patient watch over her many bustling subjects. The night was ignored agony as she waited for the Mystic to return. Arms full with baskets of Nightshade and magical roots Sir Kent invited her Highness to attend a curse breaking ceremony. Distraught at the thought that she may leave her station unattended, she fought with her advisors.
"Your Majesty, please," they implored her "We know the kingdom will await your return and greet you with flowing ribbons and cuddly blankets." With slow actions Queen Bucy quietly approached the sacred site Sir Kent had prepared, turing back once more to look upon her trusted advisors. The hours dripped by until all at once the trumpets of the kingdom rang out with the joy of a Queen freed from curse. The advisors eagerly awaited her as she emerged from the healer's hands. Her face the Queenly vision of loveliness her subjects recognized. With wide unvexed eyes Queen Bucy returned triumphant to the throne. Throughout her recovery her Majesty knew that though she had been cursed by the evil Stinkeroo Witch they were destined to inhabit the same small kingdom together. Her only hope that her trusted court advisors would preserve and protect her. As for the Stinkeroo Witch she would haunt the land with tails of woe, the constant reminder: the baleful howl of the wind from her caged cave.
Inspired by the word: Lance
The following events are fictional and any semblance to my pets living or dead is almost coincidental.
Once upon a time there was a kitty. But she was no ordinary kitty, for this kitty was a queen. Not exactly an evil queen, but she definitely had her moments. Her face was the cutest and her paws were bedazzled with gleaming jewels. Tip tip tapping across the kingdom floors she would bring a smile to her subject's faces. Then one day a wicked Stinkeroo Witch cornered Queen Bucy. The Queen though outweighed and outmatched by the Stinkeroo Witch was brave. Lashing out at the Witch with a sparkling paw she growled "I will not be bullied in my own kingdom, you barking and bothersome Stinker." The Stinkeroo Witch was taken aback, having underestimated the Queen's bravery. Cursing the Queen the Stinkeroo Witch curled up her tail and conjured a hex.
"Because dear Queen you are a beast.
Life no more a Fancy Feast.
Heed my words and my bequeath.
This curse will rot your feline teeth." With her words hanging thick in the air the Stinkeroo Witch turned tail and disappeared into her caged cave. Shocked; Queen Bucy had never been hexed before, she was unsure how to deal with it. So she took a relaxing bath. A very-very long and involved bath. As she lay in a sunspot she noticed a slight humming feeling buzzing in her ear- chalking it up to her own purr, she ignored it and fell into a deep sleep. Sleeping for hours and hours until the sun fell; suddenly Queen Bucy awoke to a strange sound. Something big and something close was pounding. Softly at first then the noise drew near until Queen Bucy could feel something slimy and slippery slide down the inside of her ear. Taking her tip tap toes she scratched, shaking but it was too late the ooze was inside. In the darkness Queen Bucy waited. Sitting quietly trying to feel the slimy slippery ear sliding substance, the pounding began again. Softer this time but almost from... inside. Was that possible? The Queen felt her temperature rise underneath her fur coat. The pounding gained momentum and infection congestion pushed against her insides, for the first time in her royal life she was scared. As she sat uncomfortable the pounding transformed into a throbbing; dragging her into the darkness. A haze surrounded her, pulling her down, past the pounding, through the throbbing into a foggy dreamscape. As her eyes adjusted the Queen saw a figure in the distance wriggling and twisting towards her in the mist. Standing in the dreamy darkness, frozen with fear Queen Bucy watched the shape draw near. Her feline eyes catching the glimmering form taking the shape of was it? Could it possibly be...King Action Jackson? Swimming towards her; his purple scales gleaming in the ethereal light.
"Queen Bucy, you've been cursed." he bubbled woefully, "I have come to you in your time of need. The future is unclear but filled with much pain. Your mouth will remain cursed and ailing unless you follow my instructions. There is an ancient healer you must find. His knighted name is Sir Kent, his method may cost you, though his abilities are of great value." And just as quickly as he had arrived he was gone. Leaving Queen Bucy to awake with a start from her dreamland and feel the sheer throbbing swollen slimy pain King Jackson had predicted. It had started to affect her vision. With her tail tucked between her legs the Queen approached her high court advisors. Coming to them with her ailment, purring with hopes of relief.
"I believe the Stinkeroo's curse to be real. King Jackson came to me in a dream, telling me of the mystic healer Sir Kent and that he could break the spell.". Seeing the effect of the curse reflected in her face her advisors had no choice but to find Sir Kent and mend their Queen. After traveling many miles with the Queen upon the advisor's back, they finally arrived at the modest hovel of the land's most revered healer. The Queen had been expected, Sir Kent welcoming and hypnotizing her into a deep sense of calm. The throbbing pain eased, only to reveal the curse ran deeper. Sir Kent knowing that a hex as strong as this would require special herbs, potions and perhaps a healer's dance. He dismissed the Queen for the evening with promises of future comforts in the morn. Dawn breaks early in the Kingdom as their drowsy Queen keeps a patient watch over her many bustling subjects. The night was ignored agony as she waited for the Mystic to return. Arms full with baskets of Nightshade and magical roots Sir Kent invited her Highness to attend a curse breaking ceremony. Distraught at the thought that she may leave her station unattended, she fought with her advisors.
"Your Majesty, please," they implored her "We know the kingdom will await your return and greet you with flowing ribbons and cuddly blankets." With slow actions Queen Bucy quietly approached the sacred site Sir Kent had prepared, turing back once more to look upon her trusted advisors. The hours dripped by until all at once the trumpets of the kingdom rang out with the joy of a Queen freed from curse. The advisors eagerly awaited her as she emerged from the healer's hands. Her face the Queenly vision of loveliness her subjects recognized. With wide unvexed eyes Queen Bucy returned triumphant to the throne. Throughout her recovery her Majesty knew that though she had been cursed by the evil Stinkeroo Witch they were destined to inhabit the same small kingdom together. Her only hope that her trusted court advisors would preserve and protect her. As for the Stinkeroo Witch she would haunt the land with tails of woe, the constant reminder: the baleful howl of the wind from her caged cave.
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