Philadelphia Freedom

There once was a village named Prussia that used to be under the power of a large country but due to a gypsy’s slight magical hand with a potion they were freed to live independently. And according the legend the peaceful revolution came about when two sons who were filled with brotherly love had such strong bonds the enemy found their morals.

Devon and Bensalem were the two names giving to the lads who somehow made the giant release its captured nation.

“Devon and Bensalem come in here,” the King of Prussia exclaimed one day when he received word from the Gypsy community, they were socializing with a girl named Bellafina.

When the two heroic individuals entered the Palace, they heard the title Prince numerous of times and still to the present day never understood the connection. Standing at attention they look the royal leader in the eye. “Prince Bensalem, Prince Devon, the gypsy’s told me you have been keeping company a young lass named Bellafina.”

They both looked at each other and Bensalem leaned over to Devon, “she was the legal alien from Brazil.”

“She had that drink,” Devon answered.

“Guarana,” Bensalem returned an answer.

“Yes, quite good.”,

As the King of Prussia monitored the situation, he waited for an opportunity to interject into the discussion the question, “this Bellafina where did she come from?”

“Oh, dear Father she came from across the river where they have those Casinos,” the two honestly replied, “she told us she was in a street band and Mr. Money that is what she called him put the band in his showroom. “

“Thank you,” their Father told them, “You two are dismissed.” Both turned around and retired to their quarters while the King stepped down from the throne to ponder this situation that the gypsies brought forward.

Going into another room the Royal Horologist was fiddling with the time wearing is work shirt that had the blue and white letter needle point “L” on one side and “R” was green with gold trim into the back. “My dear Horologist do you have the time?”

“It’s 3:15 my King,”

“That is not what I meant,” the King said, “Prince Devon and Prince Bensalem have been socializing with a young lass from across the river, Bellafina.”

Checking his watch, the Horologist listened, “you know it’s about time,” he noted to his leader, “you would think after winning a peaceful revolution they would be getting a lot of lasses.”

“True, but this one had a drink with her,”

“You mean we will have a new Vodka in the region?” The Horologist inquired.

“No it was from Brazil,” the King mentioned, “Guarana.”

“Yes, I have heard of it, quite good.”

Later in the day the King of Prussia bumped into the math wizard who performed magic on the new country’s budget. “Math Wizard,” the King got the subject’s attention, “you read the business pages in the newspapers, have you ever heard of Guarana?”

“Great taste,” the math wizard reviewed, “less filling.”

“But how is it doing from the business standpoint?”

“It turns a profit,” the math wizard reported, “like me, fruity.”

As the day came to a close while in his quarters the King of Prussia was interrupted when Bellafina found where he slept. “May I bother you, your highness?”

Feeling startled the King responded, “who are you?”

“I am Bellafina, your sons’ friend, Mr. Money from across the river was so in awe about how they staged the peaceful revolution that he wanted them to enjoy some of life’s wonderous offerings.”

Hearing that the King of Prussia sized her up in military fashion, “like what? You?”

“No,” Bellafina growled, “Guarana!”

Taking a seat on the bed Bellafina wanted the Prince’s Father to realize how special the contribution to society his children made, “It was a war of will,” the King Of Prussia stared at Bellafina as she laid back on the bed feeling relaxed, “power, I thought the idea was improbable, myself,” he continued standing up moving closer.

Sitting up Bellafina started to go into a trance due to the King of Prussia’s eyes, “I mean they got the power to be drunk and when they were not looking, they took our freedom back.”

When the two came closer the King of Prussia had something under his cloak, something to make this beauty sleep. It was a golden knife that he lodged into her stomach while letting her know, “if Mr. Money thinks I am a suicide King he is truly wrong, I can make his clubs flush while breaking his heart by taking the diamonds.”

Trying to ingest the metal apparatus Bellafina wanted to know, “what about the spades?”

Hearing her the King took the knife and cut her throat with one simple swipe. “Prince Devon,” He called, “Prince Bensalem, I called her bluff sons.”

Seeing the results to the diplomatic discussion the two were flabbergasted but took a step back to be reminded that their work may be invaded, and sometimes drastic measures must be taken at the last resort.

“Father we will clean up this mess,” the two told the King.

“After you are done, lets meet downstairs for a Vodka nightcap.”

“Yes Father.”

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