"Do you know Who this is?"
"Ohhh...why certainly, Princess Fiona, how may I serve you?"
"Please ask him to come to the phone."
"Your Highness, I'm sorry he's with a client at the moment."
DEEP ROYAL SILENCE and then, "HUMPH!"
"Of course Princess, forgive me, I don't know what I was thinking, I'll get him right now!"
Scant seconds later...
"Princess Fiona, I am here, how can I serve?"
"Good Day Doctor Ro, We wish to let you know that We have, once again, done our part. We believe you have a child who is in need of a college fund, is this correct?"
"It is indeed, Highness!"
"Well, we have taken care of that. Be ready when we come in to see you yet again."
"Princess Fiona, how would my family or I ever live without your grand patronage. We are so very grateful!"
"Of course you are. That will be all."
That toy? The one at the top? It languished in the toy box for months. No one bothered with it. Last night, we watched as Fiona ferreted it out and began softly gnawing on it.
This morning, Michael says, "You know that ring Fi got out of the box last night? Take a look at it now."
"Holy crow! Where are the pieces," I ask.
He just looks at me, "What pieces?"
And, if anyone asks me why I drink? This would be a good example...very good example.
Namaste' TIll Next Time,
Holly aka Fiona's Handmaiden