Holly Wood Meeting Royalty

Inside a village there was a castle named Greyville that blurred the lines between protagonist and antagonist. Three maiden plates were put on display highlighting something different and each brought to the table an image the power wanted sent.

Mission on the assignment sheet telegraphed towards Holly Wood stated, ‘show an Ethiopian Queen that finding freedom was a winning possibility and there was not anything untamable.’

“We invite all to come,” Holly Wood exclaimed using a peaceful welcoming gesture, “to enjoy the maiden plates.”

Smirking the butler took the African set representative’s over coat, “Holly Wood bets if you make one bite at a time then everything will fall into place.”

“That is if you do not feed your face and choke on the details,” the Ethiopian Queen thought relinquishing her fashion designer wares.

“It’s an indomavel goal and it would put my country out of the money,” the Ethiopian Queen actually murmured under her breath knowing the reality about the world.

“Do you speak Portuguese, your royal majesty?” Holly Wood smiled taking a seat at the affluent looking table perfectly laid out.

“These winners as they say are all Hippocrates thinking they can cure everything,” another comment was made not to be heard.

“Excuse me,” Holly Wood positioned the napkin on her lap, “we have clear air ways law in Greyville, if you break the communication code then,”

“Then, what?” The Ethiopian Queen spoke up.

“You find yourself out of the money,” Holly Wood replied when a young boy appeared, “ah Scottsdale you should be in bed.”

“I am not Scottsdale,” the momma’s boy corrected in a second enjoying warmth when the Holly Wood’s arm wrapped around the child’s neck, “I am Scottsville.”

“That is right I changed it last year,” Holly Wood grimace waiting for the Queen’s reaction, “just down the race card online,” she whispered into Scottsville’s ear the answer solving the problem to the reason the engagement was interrupted.

“Race card?” The Ethiopian Queen questioned.

“We have a story book show in the castle and my son conjures up the ‘Gold Circles to Follow’ by using a special pod to cast his spells,”

“Special pod?”

“Yes, Scottsville my son got a message that ran gold circles around the issue,” Holly Wood explained, “The Green Gallant who has a place on the pod that he was casted smelled a Cape foul wind.”

“A cape foul wind? My country is nowhere near any Cape,” the Ethiopian Queen defended,

“You have to understand this odor may put me out of the money,” Holly Wood started to show the fists of fire that made her a winner, “we have Protea pride being engulfed in the aroma of our sugar bushes.”
“Miss Wood, the Ethiopian Queen stood up and proceeded to a globe that was a decoration, “are you referring to my continents rugged features and its jagged edges that would wreck any Captain’s ship.”

“Our Captain’s ship cannot afford maiden plates and getting wrecked, so I suppose you are right,”

“So come to my country and film?” The Ethiopian Queen suggested, “my descendants centuries ago built palaces in our former capital Gonder, Fosildas they call it.

“I think my people will think about that,” Holly Wood agreed lighting a dame cigarette, “much better then wrecking boats and maiden plates.”

“And you will be enjoying palaces not dealing with castles,” the Ethiopian Queen said in a certain way that sounded interesting.