There was once a delirious old woman who dressed in regal attire every morning and waved at the children running to school. They waved back, but had no idea who she was. This was apparent to her, but being the gracious monarch she was, permitted the rudeness.
One day Ashley decided to go up to the old lady and ask who she was. Appalled at the forwardness of the child, she called to her guards to seize her. When the guards didn't show, she assumed the worst: that her kingdom was under attack and the royal bodyguards had been taken out. Prepared to defend her throne to the death, she tossed aside her regalia, pulled up her sleeves, and prepared to fight.
Ashley's mother pulled her away quickly and sent her along to the bus stop. She tried to confront the old lady, but she was wiser than that to succumb to a classic foreign espionage trick. Instead, she bunkered in her home until the war was over, a stockpile of Fancy Feast her only nourishment for the next several months.
One day Ashley decided to go up to the old lady and ask who she was. Appalled at the forwardness of the child, she called to her guards to seize her. When the guards didn't show, she assumed the worst: that her kingdom was under attack and the royal bodyguards had been taken out. Prepared to defend her throne to the death, she tossed aside her regalia, pulled up her sleeves, and prepared to fight.
Ashley's mother pulled her away quickly and sent her along to the bus stop. She tried to confront the old lady, but she was wiser than that to succumb to a classic foreign espionage trick. Instead, she bunkered in her home until the war was over, a stockpile of Fancy Feast her only nourishment for the next several months.
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