On the weekend, our eldest child returned from College, moving back in with Mom & Dad. For the first time in years, she also decided to finally clean her room of Lego, Kinder Surprise’s, books, and clothes that no longer fit her. During this adventure, and it was an adventure when you have twenty-two years of stuff you haven’t thrown out, this bin was unburied from the closet:
In the bin was an accumulation of junk, but what was most fascinating about the bin, was the story written on the front, and the diagrams on the side.
Queen Gen Gen will make everybody bow to her.
Her servant Frank will serve her forever with minimum wage.
Whoever doesn’t like Queen Gen Gen will be hung and strangled.
Queen Gen Gen will soon rule the world at the cost of her baby toe on her left foot.
She doesn’t have a left foot so she doesn’t have to give it up.
Her bro and sis will be put in a dungeon for life, and when they are 99, they get eaten by George, a bloody fierce dragon.
Queen Gen Gen will make Brazil win the Euro Cup in 2004 against Germany (like awhile ago). If Brazil doesn’t win, the world will die by a weapon of mass destruction.
George VI will marry a dragon named Sarah and they will have a kid named Bobby. Bobby will then eat all the humans on earth except Queen Gen Gen.
Now after reading this story, I wondered if I should have sought some sort of counselling for my eldest child since she clearly had some issues. But then I took a good look at her, she doesn’t require us to bow to her, she has no servants, she has no desire to hang or strangle anyone, she does have a left foot (I’ve seen it), she hasn’t, as of yet, put her bro and sis in a dungeon to be eaten by George the bloody, fierce dragon, she got over Brazil not winning the Euro Cup so the world won’t die by a weapon of mass destruction, George VI doesn’t marry a dragon, thus there is no Bobby to eat all the humans.