picture of Queen Xena, her official royal portrait, circa 2025
courtesy of Hope at pinterest.com
THE CROWN JEWELS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Queen Xena, a squirrel, was a female hoarder beyond measure, for her crown jewels she surely did treasure. she hid them in the kingdom’s storage locker along with the fact that she was a punk rocker The keys and her reputation were safe, safeguarded by her personal dresser. Then it came to pass, surely you’ll gasp! Xena’s jewels were lost, away from her claw-like grasp. “Oh what’s become of my jewels, I’m coming undone. I’ll find the perpetrator and shoot him with my pea gun.” “Who’s the perp?” You just had to ask. Eyewitnesses said, “The thief wore a black mask, was ‘big clawed. We seen him scampering about the forest and the royal quad.” At police headquarters, they wrote their statements Xena filed an insurance claim, believing in suspect’s escapement. Later texted her friend, the masked racoon. “No one suspects us of insurance fraud.”
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