Chapter 11:
And lo did the Princess moan and cry, for under her mattress, piled high, was a tiny pea. From the town of Trent it came, and although meaning no malice, the irritation did fester and grow. Until one fateful day, when a chorus of angels a familiar refrain did begin*, a lone bell did toll, and the Princess…. no longer in the tall tower did reside. Fare thee well, Princess. Fare thee well.
*which sounded a lot like Frankie Avalon, with a pack of Pall Mall's in his t-shirt sleeve, singing to that pink haired chick in Grease.
And lo did the Princess moan and cry, for under her mattress, piled high, was a tiny pea. From the town of Trent it came, and although meaning no malice, the irritation did fester and grow. Until one fateful day, when a chorus of angels a familiar refrain did begin*, a lone bell did toll, and the Princess…. no longer in the tall tower did reside. Fare thee well, Princess. Fare thee well.
*which sounded a lot like Frankie Avalon, with a pack of Pall Mall's in his t-shirt sleeve, singing to that pink haired chick in Grease.