Wednesday, March 18, 2015

77. It's Mr. Banana beak to you, fuzzy.

It's my duty to keep the king's day from becoming overwhelming. I take care of the mundane. The household affairs. The smaller details of his affairs. I make sure information goes to the right people. 
I am NOT a babysitter. 
That is not part of my responsibilities. I have no experience with children. They should never have asked me to take the prince and his lady friend to the lake. How was I know that they were trying to cross the border? I may be older than them, but their status is greater than mine. I can't control them. And now they've run away from me. The queen is going to kill me. What am I going to do?

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