Listening to the chatters of four
poors working at the yellow hill, queen’s sanitation dump land, senapati ran to
Queen Persnickety. “Did anybody committed any mistake or you are suffering from
constipation that dawdling around and calling me?” queen asked with a cunning
smile but the senapati nodded horizontally. “Did Dasi forget to put salt in
pickle? I will kill her if it is so.” Queen continued with hundreds of such
silly questions and finally allowed senapati to put his words. Senapati
jabbered “Asters are not in our favor. My lady I heard few cunts talking of
your misfortune and this time not one or two but four were talking of it.” He
continued “I heard people mumbling that all the nine planets ran out of your
pocket, in different directions. The consequences of it will be so destructive
that your all sons will start committing mistakes in their respective business.”
The queen never wanted her sons to make mistakes especially when it comes to
learning lesson. Moreover she could never see them standing even second in
their school’s merit list. Once there was an exam in which along with students,
teachers also appeared for. And when results were announced, the queen’s third
son attained 2nd position. The exasperated son when came in front of
the queen, the lady cut his both hands and both legs. And before he could tell her
the reason, the queen also punched his face burnt his tongue with wax.
Trouble always arrives in
bundles. Before the queen could contrive any solution, senapati put another
problem “Oh my helpless queen, storm hasn’t reached the acme of devastation
yet. Besides, the warriors will throw off their swords and hold carrots in
their hands to protect the castle. Think about carrot inflation in Hilaria and
who will buy swords as scrap from us as it can be dangerous for them.” The queen
tapped his back and said “you are my real commander. Your post-catastrophe
analysis is appreciable.” The senapati continued “Moreover your enemies by
birth, those weird poor citizens of the state will dismantle your throne from
the hall and grow cacti there. The worst of all is that your dasi will put hair
removal cream, by mistake, over your head and you will turn bald.” Queen’s face
turned pale and she shouted over senapati “This is my city and I am it’s Queen
Persnickety. I don’t want any of the poor even to enter my hall.” The queen sent
senapati out to search for the solution of it within twenty four hours.
It were hardly twenty minutes,
that senapati came back to queen with a smile on his face “Eureka! Eureka! We
got the solution to get out of the trouble.” The queen took a breath of relief
and asked for it. Senapati said “I heard those four workers again, talking
about the solution to your misfortune.” Senapati told her a dozen of solutions
out of which she had to opt one, if not successful then another and keep on
till she get rid of it.
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