affame_le_geant_king_mal fyn gula the dancing went on a surprisingly long amount of time considering king mal's mornings were so strictly regimented to a particular schedule. it was just so fucking lively. he basically couldn't help it. i mean who could resist shaking the hiney with a well dressed mouse and a nearly out of control sudanese refugee? meeterskeeter, whose jealousy finally got the best of him, jumped off the cart, deftly avoided being stepped on by king mal's clumsy feet, and left the room where he sat in the hallway fuming, plotting a revenge. and queen mauvis, who liked to sleep until at least 8am had one eye open with a strange resemblance to the cartoon character, popeye. this was a spectacle she could not resist. she was a staunch bjork fan from way back in the sugarcube days. she joined in on the "wow!" bam!" parts. finally, the song ended and king mal, steeped in his cloud of unexpected happiness put his arm around saumboo and congratulated him for providing a new morning alarm so much better than the previous one. "what a find you have there in this sweet, spunky, little mouse," he said, huffing and puffing. he tickled potentilla under the chin. "she can sure bring in the day!" saumboo was taken by a sharp pain in his soul. he had to tell the king that it was meeterskeeter's idea and do it diplomatically, without dampening the king's spirits. "well, you see," saumboo said, attempting to explain about meeterskeeter and give credit where it was properly due, but king mal interrupted him. "fuck that tomcat," he said, with a sweep of his arm, as if meeterskeeter was trash to be thrown away. "i'm tired of louie armstrong anyway. it never got me dancing like this. actually, when you see that sorry sap again,throw that fucking cat in the dungeon. i'm done with him." WHAT?! "but your highness," saumboo said, panicking. he was in utter shock. king mal was oblivious to the truth, wouldn't give a speck to even consider the real story about meeterskeeter. this was an unbelievable act of injustice. "i have to tell you-" "off you go," king mal said, cutting him short again. "i have much to do on this day," and he began pushing the cart towards the door. potentilla rubbed up against the king's fingers affectionately. saumboo tried one last time. "most worthy king, i need to mention that-" he said, but this final attempt to acknowledge meeterskeeter's innocence was worthless. king mal turned away as if he didn't hear, which sadly was the case. he was definately losing it in one ear. 011122 ... crayolazeppelin My left ear is oddly pointed, like a faerie or an elf. I used to think this made me magical, but in reality it is nothing but a birth defect. I also used to think I had hearing problems, but in reality I was too sensitive and overly stimulated by the obnoxious noise of a second grade classroom. My brain was left with no option but to turn off and revert to its self-deceptive silence. 081003 what's it to you? who go blather from