Enter the Mystical Kingdom...That is My Life...

I, Queen B of all that is Halloween, started out the day with cleaning and the normal routine. The little princes and the royal jester were frolicking through the palace as usuall.

Yes, everything was right in Halloween land. Even the sky was a beautiful shade of dreery storm that added the wonderful spiciness which is Halloween.

All was going well until lunch, when Queen B and her young subjects had a spat about the menu. It was easy enough to fix. Queen B, with her many years of negotiating skills, came up with a compromise.

"If you two eat all of your lunch, we'll carve the pumpkins today." This was rewarded with much cheering and happiness.

And so they ate and being a good and fair queen, Queen B came through on her promise and brought out the pumpkins. The princess and the royal jester chose their faces and Queen B (who needs funding for her kingdom being as she has no servants...DAMN IT) helped them clean and then carve the pumpkins. There was much happiness in Halloween land.

Then came time for Queen B to carve her pumpkins. She chose a hanging man and Elvira to carve into the orange skin.

Oh, but what was this...there was an air of unhappiness about. Not in Halloween land! NOOooooo!

It was the princes and the royal jester...they were fighting over the freshly carved pumpkins.

"I say, Nay! There will be no fighting over said pumpkins and hence forth as punishment for creating bad vibes in my kingdom...I sentence each pumpkin to the outskirts of the kingdom. They will spend the rest of their existance on the royal front porch!" (Evil Laughter....)

This made the royal jester sad and he ran off the the tower and slammed the door where he stayed for the duration of the King's abscence. But the Princess was not so obliged. No, for she was very very sad and very very mad and didn't like the Queen anymore.

"It doesn't matter, you'll like me again later when you need something. The Queen has spoken and her sentence will not be revoked."

"Ah, but Mother, I will speak with Father when he returns and his rath shall be great upon your hind quarters."

"Posh, the King is but a mere weakling as everyone knows that I, Queen B, wear the royal tights and no one shall lay rath upon my hind quarters!"

"Then I shall ring the royal Pops and he shall swat your royal end."

"Nay, not even the royal Pops shall lay a hand on my royal end."

This made the Princess so very sad that she wrote a ballod and sang to the Heavens about her great sorrow.

"I love daddy, so much...I don't like mommy anymore...oh, daddy, I love you...come home from work daddy, I don't like mommy anymore because...I love daddy so much...."

This made Queen B laugh...

"Ha Ha Ha...your attempt to move my cold heart has been in vain. For I know how you truly feel and I now sentence you to the tower with the jester for the duration of the King's abscence."

All was well, again in Halloween land once again...or was it?