On my walk home from the grocery I saw a note worthy site. A small boy, no older than two or three years old, dressed as a king. His outfit consisted of a chainmail hood, a red velvet cape (complete with white fur trim), silver boots (to boot), and to top it all off (literally) a bejeweled crown. A sight to behold. Although tempting, I didn't bow, or say anything like "good day, ma lord" or even "govna" (in a cockney accent). For that, I'm surprised I didn't get chased all the way home, by that small king on a horse (by "horse" I mean large dog).
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The King and I
On my walk home from the grocery I saw a note worthy site. A small boy, no older than two or three years old, dressed as a king. His outfit consisted of a chainmail hood, a red velvet cape (complete with white fur trim), silver boots (to boot), and to top it all off (literally) a bejeweled crown. A sight to behold. Although tempting, I didn't bow, or say anything like "good day, ma lord" or even "govna" (in a cockney accent). For that, I'm surprised I didn't get chased all the way home, by that small king on a horse (by "horse" I mean large dog).
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