The queen sat on her throne, taking in the park’s fresh smells and scenery. A perfect day for a stroll. She ignored the puffing and panting behind her. The sods implying she was heavy.
On her shoulder she tapped her walking stick, ready to use if need be – the perfect punisher. The insulters remained behind, away from stick’s reach. Kangaroos jumped along the path, some reclined on the grass twitching their noses amused. Round pellets littered the path.
Reaching the top of the incline, the motion stopped. More heavy breathing.
“Who’s going to clean up the kangaroo shit from my wheels?”