The Princess... I can't believe I am doing this :)

It has been suggested that I take a day off and allow this guest writer to amuse us with the following story.  If you are closely related to the princess you will be familiar with this tale.  It has been said that beloved fairy tales begin with an element of truth and over time take on the character of those telling the tale.  It is certainly true in this case.  If any of the "band of brothers" are reading this... best not to enjoy too much as I believe there is also a fable named... Little Blue Sambo.  Enjoy :)

THE PRINCESS

A short story by her father, Wally Taylor of Bear Spring, Tennessee

There once lived a beautiful young princess in a far off city called Birmingham, Alabama. She had long curls, and was fair, freckled and very fast on her toes. She held total dominion over her subjects, her brothers, two older and one younger, with an iron hand. One fine day, her brothers, who suffered mightily under her iron discipline, decided that they would try to discover the source of her power, and by so doing, be able to increase their strength and reduce the might of their sovereign princess. Their plans were formulated with great cunning and considerable trepidation, for should they be discovered, the full wrath of the fiery princess would descend upon their wretched heads. In the fullness of time, a day came when our fair lady was attending to her personal needs, in the sanctuary of her bathing room. A great hue and cry arose, with the accompanying din of a clanging bell, while three noble citizens named Genus, Patricus and Jeffro cried out--”FIRE!, FIRE!, FIRE“. Her majesty, who had been firmly ensconced upon her throne, deep in thought about the weighty affairs affecting her domain, upon hearing the terrified cries of the poor citizenry, leaped up from her throne, without the help of any attendants, and fled into the hallway of her palace. Her very deeply concerned brothers rushed to her aid and excitedly advised her that she might suffer grave harm in running, if she did not retrieve her royal panties, which being around her ankles, could be a great hindrance to flight. Instead of being gracious and thankful for their kind thoughts and solicitations, she raged and roared at them as they fled shrieking out of the palace. It was later revealed that a false alarm had been raised, and that a certain trio of oppressed brothers had, indeed, seen the source of the fair princess’s power. The conspiracy was discovered and the rebellion was short lived, for the princess soon gathered her reins and swiftly punished the foolish knaves. For years, thereafter, however, in humble homes and around cheerful hearths, the story of the valiant band of brothers would be told and retold, uplifting the hearts of countless oppressed kin, giving hope and optimism to all who aspire to rise above the meanness of their circumstances. The end.

Now how am I supposed to follow that?  :)  I won't.  I'll just report that the fat princess is having some trouble with cashews and seems to be bouncing back and forth rather than losing weight.  The fatometer measures her girth this morning as 159.7 and glucose 98.

If you enjoyed this tale please comment and thank my guest writer as he will be waiting with great anticipation to see how this was received by my four readers :)

Ciao!