Musings Of A Man With Tiny Wings (and no pants)

 

Oh, why are my wings so tiny? They barely lift me off the ground. Maybe 2-3 feet. That’s it. Not very dignified. I long to soar into the sky. Alas, I cannot. Although I will admit it does make it easy to reach things in the tallest cupboard in the kitchen. My wife will call me, “Prince, I need your reach!” She calls me Prince, for that is my title. As you can see by my crown, which is also on the tiny side. I wanted a larger crown with many sparkling jewels, but alas, none of them fit.

 

You might ask about my attire…when I got dressed this morning, I could not find one single pair of pants. Not one. When I asked my wife about them, she said they were all in the wash and I would have to wait. My legs were getting cold, so I grabbed one of her skirts and put that on. She said, “That is one of my favorites! Don’t spill anything on it!” And she handed me a napkin to spread on my lap while eating.

 

I ask you…a Prince with tiny wings and crown, wearing a woman’s skirt and carrying a napkin…is this dignified? It is NOT! Yet that is what I am reduced to this day. I will not attend any important meetings or see any people at court until I am dressed properly. I know some will talk, maybe even mock my absence. My father (the King) will certainly make remarks. But I will remain in my chambers until I can make an appearance worthy of my high station.

 

So there.

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Random Thought

In your lifetime, you’ll produce enough saliva to fill two swimming pools.