The Hairy Promotion

At the Cavern Tavern there was a commoner with wealth and his dragon symbol of fire breathing was taken down a notch when a bowl filled with Campanella pasta rendered its decision during a period when the skies were dark, and precipitation was pelting.

“I must say that the weather conditions have caused much interference to my flaming spirits on this nasty day,” the commoner with wealth stated putting the napkin to his lips, “but that meal was an afternoon delight.”

Observing the payment card being picked up reminded the successful Scotsman the pleasant alcohol-free experience was a winning lunch while Mother Earth was receiving a shower drenching her beauty.

Upon leaving the establishment the female waiter offered a gift to the customer who made it a point to stop in daily, “I know it is summer but please take this snow lantern as a gift,” she said with a smile, “it is our gimmick since the awful atmospheric pressure is making us all feel cold inside.”

Only a few miles away there was a royal staring outside seeing droplets splattering all over the window, “I have a Coronation at stake, and it is a feature scheduled on my calendar,” Princess Samoot who was an international favorite, reached for answers hoping God’s tantrum would not be a stake in her home Sandringham’s heart.

“I am going to have a messidoo in the end to show my people and the newspapers along with the magazines will write hysterical comedy,” her eyes started to tear up.

“What did she do to have this bad luck that could put her out of the money due to fickle publicity,” the adult teen mind raced before a winning solution came from nowhere, “that is right I will create belief that our world is strong.”

Despite being late afternoon Raymond Tusk utilized the snow lantern to light his way fighting off the foul elements. A well-known local fixture who had a way despite a brimstone pulpit style the professional earned billions when he invented ‘the quick thorn removal method.’ In fact, when the Duke of Edinburgh had a major investment at stake Raymond was able to fund a three-year holiday when turning around a situation which the papers called “The Zabeel Champion.”

“Yes, I disappeared for some time,” he thought to himself reaching the cottage estate that seemed to be the perfect rest stop while the thunderous roar screamed ‘boomshala’ when the heavens realized the billionaire found the right place.

Ringing the bell the door opened quite quickly, “do you mind if I ask you what time it is?”

“Well, sir,” the butler replied only to be interrupted when Princess Samoot finished the sentence, “it’s five o'clock,” then paused, “somewhere.”

“Do I see the young Princess Samoot?”

“Yes, Mr. Tusk, it is Princess Samoot soon to be Queen Samoot,” the photogenic image emerged, “don’t I look glowing, you know that is your influence.”

“Yes, I know I am proud of the energy I gave you.”

Respectively the butler let Raymond in, taking his wet coat and the friend pulled out his cell phone, “I hear we have a hairy situation with the Coronation.”

“Yes, Mr. Tusk we cannot have it here my hair will be ruined in the rain.”

Pushing a few buttons on the small rectangular communication device Raymond reported, “you do have a stake in the Palace of Holyroodhouse, we can have it there,”

“Wonderful,” Princess Samoot acknowledged, “this will be a significantly winning move and would make the event successful.

“As your parents know I am a fantasy master when it comes to putting on a really big show,”

“Well, they are no longer around that is why the celebration is to make me Queen,” Princess Samoot clarified, “and Mum’s tears is allowing the flower garden to enjoy a nice pint.”

“That is true Queen Samoot,” the Butler returned to open the door.

“Oh, Mr. Tusk, about the final number after the funeral we need a really nice pick me up choreographed piece.”
“That will be no problem since there is this dream composer who is out of the money looking for work.”

“Perfect since I do not want to move too many pounds around with all that is at stake,” Queen Samoot stated decisively making her first executive decision while watching Raymond Tusk leave the premises.