Every year since the establishment of the kingdom, the King has vehemently refused to enlist in outside help in the area of snow removal.
Every year he gives a big speech about the five healthy royal children are perfectly able to shovel our way out of the white dungeon. He goes on and on about when he was young, his parents made he and his siblings shovel their driveway, therefore his children shall have the same chore thrust upon them. No matter how cold or how much snow.
Generally, over the last few years, there hasn’t been a ton of snow. So despite the way the Queen was raised, with outside services taking care of the snow removal. Which, takes a matter of a few minutes. The Queen bundles up her babes and hands them their snow battling weapons. Shovels.
They do a royal half-assed job. And they come in demanding hot chocolate.
The King, despite the fact that more snow had fallen than the children were used to shoveling, gave his Royal ranting speech to the Queen, over coffee.
The children were, indeed, going to be in charge of shoveling the snow.
And they got bundled up.
They were, once again, armed with shovels.
And…there was just too much snow. So they came in and had their hot chocolate.
The King ranted.
The King raved.
The King REFUSED to listen to the Queen. No snow removal service shall be called upon. The King will take care of it himself.
So, he bundled up.
He threw a couple of the Royal Brats into the car to take over to their friends house.
And he backed out of the unplowed, deeply snowed in driveway.
Then, he did what only a Royal Joker would attempt to do…
So the King ranted. And he raved.
An army of 2 kids were deployed.
Their efforts were futile.
The car…was stuck.
So, the King.
He came in the house.
He grabbed the Persian rug from the foyer.
He placed it under the back tires of the Honda Pilot which was stuck in a snowdrift at the bottom of the driveway.
He put the car in in reverse…
And he drove off.
Cursing about something that had broken underneath the car and he hoped it wasn’t anything important…
Leaving the precious rug that the Queen loved in the driveway that was still piled high with snow.
Where another car just happens to be snowed in, as well.
The Queen looked at the mess in the driveway.
She looked at the mess in the front hall.
She thought about her husband and his speech about kids and shoveling…
And as the Queen was cleaning up…
she thought to herself…
a snow plow service would only have cost about $250 for the season.
That rug and a broken car?
The Queen…she sighed.