After a helpful delay to teach readers patience, we have returned. In the interim there’ve been few messages other than Quentin saying things we won’t repeat on this blog to avoid embarrassing him.
Things have been marching along with Her Highness’ education, without any notable issues or events. She saved Tokyo, continued in truly fascinating art research, had a Disney adventure, and a few other things, but nothing so noteworthy as to mention in a blog.
And so we begin our story with a picture with words under it.*
*We also being our sentences with conjunctions.
Princess Pricklepants woke up to another day of learning to be the proper Princess she was born to be, regardless of free will.
Her manners education was not a thing she was very pleased about. Living with Dinomarm, her manners educator, was not like My Fair Hedgehog. Dinomarm made her walk with books on her head to develop grace and poise.
The staying on the head part really never quite worked out, and Her Highness really wasn’t so sure about grace and poise.
Worse, there were tables to crawl under with great grace and poise, but apparently this was poor etiquette according to some picky manners instructors.
She also had to wear fancy hats. She was not fond of wearing fancy hats. Not at all. She was certain that hedgehogs were not born to wear hats.
Sometimes hats were even worse.
Since she wasn’t delighted by her manners lessons, for a while she’d tried to find places to hide.
The living room’s IKEA table was too small.
The kitchen’s IKEA table was also too small.
With no places to hide, Princess Pricklepants decided she did not want to be a hedgehog princess anymore.
And so, Princess Pricklepants decided to be a squirrel.
Being a squirrel was not bad at first, but when she got hungry, she learned that squirrels eat acorns. She did not like eating acorns at all. Princess Pricklepants did not want to be a squirrel any more.
And so Princess Pricklepants decided to be a Viking.
Being a Viking sounded great at first, though when she found out about needing to ride in boats and raid villages in East Anglia, it sounded less great. When she decided to eat, though, that’s when it all fell apart. Apparently Vikings only eat lutefisk, and that’s not something anyone should ever eat, really. Also Vikings wear hats.
Princess Pricklepants did not want to be a Viking any more.
And so Princess Pricklepants decided to be a pirate.
It turns out there’s really very little difference between being a pirate, and being a Viking, besides the food, but pirate food is best left not discussed, since it’s almost as bad as Viking food. Also Pirates wear hats.
Princess Pricklepants didn’t want to be a Pirate any more.
And so Princess Pricklepants decided to be a stop-motion animated hedgehog in a dark fantasy musical film feature.
While there were no hats, this experience immediately failed to be nearly as satisfying as it first seemed, and was deemed a terrible idea quickly. Stop-motion animated hedgehogs in a dark fantasy musical film features don’t eat.
Princess Pricklepants didn’t want to be a stop-motion animated hedgehog any more.
And so she decided to be a clothing model.
She quickly realized that this was not her calling. If hats were bad, clothes were much, much worse and not at all suited to a hedgehog, princess or otherwise.
Princess Pricklepants didn’t want to be a clothing model any more.
Her Highness realized that none of these were suited for a hedgehog princess, and that being a hedgehog princess was not nearly as bad as it first had seemed.
So she went back to studying etiquette again since studying etiquette was not nearly as bad as being a squirrel, a viking, a pirate, a stop-motion animated hedgehog in a dark fantasy musical film feature, or a clothing model.
After all, there was tea and cookies.
If I wasn’t going to be myself, I would definitely be the wee hedgehog princess.
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