Queen Sydney was furious!
“What is that…that THING doing in my castle? Get it
out of here!” barked the queen.
“You said you wanted a princess to play with. She is the one you ordered from the catalogue,” answered her loyal servant,
Hildegard.
Queen Sydney poked the princess with her nose.
“Do you even have a name?” she asked the princess.
The princess lowered her head to the floor.
“Princess Clementine,” she growled.
The puppy pounced up, leapt in a circle, and raced out
of the room.
“Princess Clementine, come here!” howled the queen. She and
Hildegard ran after the puppy.
The princess galloped:
over the red carpet,
across the
ballroom floor,
around the courtyard,
and through the kitchen.
By the time they caught up, Princess Clementine had wolfed
down,
“My food! You’ve eaten my entire bowl of doggie
treats!” wailed the queen.
Again, the princess lowered her head to the floor.
“Hildegard, off with the puppy’s tail!” snarled Queen
Sydney.
And again, the puppy pounced up, leapt in a circle,
and raced out of the room. Queen Sydney and Hildegard followed:
through the kitchen,
up the stairs,
along the
red carpet,
and behind the throne.
Queen Sydney heard RIP! SCRATCH! POUND!
“My toys! You’ve chewed my favorite squeaky fluffy
stuffed animal octopus!” yowled the queen.
The puppy lowered her head.
“Hildegard, bite that puppy’s neck!” gruffed Queen
Sydney.
And again, the puppy pounced up, leapt in a circle,
and raced out of the room. Queen Sydney and Hildegard followed:
around the throne,
over a water dish,
down some
steps,
and into the royal bedchambers.
Queen Sydney saw,
“My bed! You’ve destroyed my royal soft, lumpy, cushy doggie bed!” bayed Queen Sydney.
Queen Sydney and Hildegard snuggled on the remains of the doggie bed. Princess Clementine nestled in beside them. Queen Sydney sniffed the rear end of the princess.
“Humphff!! You don’t even smell like a princess! What is that disgusting scent?” barked the queen.
“The humans made me take a bath before they would let me meet you,” whimpered the princess.
“Ah, yes, the humans. They have no respect for doggie odors,” yapped the queen.
The princess wagged her tail.
“Want to play?” asked Princess Clementine.
“Well, you do need to get rid of that nasty clean scent. Hildegard, guide us to the Royal Mud Pond at once!”
Hildegard pounced up, leapt in a circle, and raced out
of the room. Queen Sydney and Princess Clementine followed:
past the Palace Guards,
under the
drawbridge,
along the moat,
and in front of the mud pond.
SPLASH! CRASH! WHISH! Was heard through out the land.
Queen Sydney, Princess Clementine, and Hildegard pounced, leapt
and raced in and out of the thick, yucky, gooey mud.
When they were covered in gunk, and smelled like wet
dog fur, Queen Sydney ordered, “Hildegard, prepare the Royal Bones! We shall
have a welcoming feast for Princess Clementine!”
“WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!” woofed the dogs.
Queen Sydney, Princess Clementine and Hildegard licked and
sniffed and nipped. They raced away for a night of doggie fun.
Because that is what the queen ordered.
