Truth or Fiction....

[domoore]

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (so far away that it was 12 miles in either direction to the nearest village) in the land called Moore, there lived a queen and her five loyal subjects. This queen became supreme ruler when the good king died. And so, it was left up to the queen to rule the land, provide and protect for her subjects and execute judgment when necessary- which proved to be often.

Life was hard for the people of Moore - but they had finally learned how to survive … Nay, more than survive- but thrive in the absence of their king. And so it was, the queen would work and work- making sure there was clean clothes and good food for her subjects and all was well in the land of Moore. One day however, the oldest, most loyal subject announced to the queen and her people, “We have not had the flu! We should be exceedingly happy!”

The younger people did not know or understand the joyous pro nouncement for it had been over 5 years since the people of Moore had suffered from the dreaded plague and scourge of the “flu!” The queen however was fearful of the words. The queen had lived long enough to recognize Murphy’s law in action. Indeed the queen knew that such a statement could invoke certain catastrophe and sudden disaster. The queen simply nervously laughed at the pro nouncement and then tried to forget the words as quickly as she could.

And then, one night within a week of those fateful words- it happened. The queen was given over to fits of restful slumber. She and her subjects had all gone to bed on time. The queen had had a busy week. She had been called to active duty and was only too happy to travel to the nearby village and work at school each day. And with 100% of the population of her kingdom exposed daily to the risk of the influenza epidemic- the queen still ventured the risk of exposure- to continue providing for her humble kingdom.

But that fateful night- the queen fell into a very deep sleep. She had been working so hard- for so long- that her physical body was simply exhausted. She found herself tossing and turning- in a hard- fitful slumber. It must surely have resembled an uglier version of sleeping beauty’s own deep sleep—in which only the kiss of true love could awaken her. The queen could hear beyond her dreams—to reality. But she was so tired- and so heavy with sleep- that the sounds of the youngest child vomiting and crying—made little penetration to rouse the queen from her deep slumber. Instead, the queen continued in a strange dreaming state- where a young child was obviously sick and in pain—and the queen curiously enough- was busy chasing a white chariot down the road.

Soon, the queen felt a little person next to her bed. Out of habit she sleepily told the poor waif to crawl into bed with her so they could both get some rest. As the youngest one did so, the putrid odor and stench of vomit filled the queen’s nostrils—breaking the last stronghold of slumber.

Much to her surprise, the queen discovered the youngest Moore- Sir Lincoln- had indeed been sick. He was covered from head to toe in his soured, partially digested supper. The queen felt like crying- because this smelly mess was now all over her- and her bed and pillows. She calmly helped the sick child from the bed and escorted him from her private bedchamber to the privy. In so doing, she discovered that the floor tapestries, which covered the main hall floor and living quarters, were also covered in vomit- as evidenced by the sticky mess squishing up between her royal toes. Sir Lincoln announced to the queen, “That’s gross!” All the queen could do was laugh! Sir Lincoln will be henceforth known as the court jester for the kingdom and land of Moore.

The queen soon had the youngest Moore cleaned and in warm nightclothes. After putting him down to rest for the remainder of the night, the queen discovered that the main sofa, recliner, carpeting and blankets in the living quarters and vacuum cleaner in the hall closet were covered in what only can be described as projectile vomit.

In all of this- the queen found something for which to be thankful—that the youngest Moore had not tried to kiss her- to wake her from her deep slumber!



Please pray for me and my family.... I am preparing to leave for Texas-- and can not afford to be sick- or have sick kids at this time.... Thank you so much!

Blessings,
domoore

[dc4evr]

Anyone who can write such a lovely story while cleaning up throw up. Deserves the title from hence I shall call you Queen Julia for sure. I will start praying right now. And I hope your trip south will be safe and properous for you.
Love in Christ,
Your Friend,
Christie

[domoore]

Dear Sister in Christ!

Oh! How I love you! Thank you so much for your words of encouragement and especially for your prayers!

You know what I am talking about-- Don't you!!! Yes-- You are a Queen too!

Love you!

Julia