"By Jimminy! Who ordered that bloody thing to come up?" asked the Prince of Wales.
To the two royals' mild surprise Prince Philip's head could be seen coming up through the dumb waiter.
"Chorles," he said.
"Look here, sir, my name's Charles and I'm trying to have a bit of a chinwag with Mummy here so would you mind awfully playing around somewhere else?"
"Your father's not playing around," admonished Her Majesty. "Children play around. Your father's investigating."
A yapping sound filled the air and the Queen smiled with delight. With HM's permission the butler opened the door and the palace dog-handler handed over custody of the Corgies to Queen Elizabeth. As soon as she rose, her son rose.
"Right I'm off to walk the dogs now. This audience is at an end."
"Your Majesty," said Charles, bowing slightly.
"Chorles," said Prince Philip.
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