The Missing Queen

A two-year-old country named for championship attitudes found itself defending its turf firmly when King Wood Bine conjured up an Ancient Spirit knowing a lot was at stake after noticing his Victorian Queen went missing.

“We were friends for life,” King Wood Bine stated showing major concern hearing the phone buzz,

“Tito’s calling,” his assistant reported.

“Just a second, tell him we are working on it, and I will talk to him soon,”

Rising from the desk chair King Wood Bine grabbed an antique Johnnie Walker flask labeled both red and black then headed outside performing theatrical swigs, “Cara Cara I know you think we are out of the money!”

“What happened?” Asked Miss Jessel minding her place.

“Queen Cara went missing,” answered an on looker,

Remembering when his wife was a maiden looking to earn an office allowance King Wood Bine realized for the first time in years no one will be present at the entrance with a welcoming message, “I already miss vyvanne attitude,” he slurred, displaying Scotch Whiskey influence.

“She really had that lively personality,” Miss Jessell interrupted the drunken monologue, “You are the winning leader, how many Irish style strokes are you going to take from that bottle?”

Giving her a glare, the King released his grip, “I will collect datt before we are all out of the money,”

Many hours passed and King Wood Bine slept soundly on the couch wearing brief boxers. When the early morning sun appeared, a commotion started outside, ‘The Bull Page’ will most likely write what we had at stake,” the female voice whaled, “I do not know what they were poulin OT, we were the regulation time winners,”

Slowly opening his eyes, the speaker seemed familiar, “that is right in this place there is only one bay Hemingway it’s called, we could sell it,”

As the royal figure listened, he calmly stood, “we are not out of the money, we have a silent fortune,” the shouting interview dialogue continued and without thinking the monarch head opened the door only to face bulb flashing cameras.

“Oh sweetie,” Queen Clara pressed her jewelry filled fingers upon his chest, “you should put pants on, the media is outside,”

“Where have you?”

Queen Cara aggressively interrupted, “I wanted to show you this awesome bourbon I received that Tito gave me last night at the competition party.”

“I am glad your safe,” King Wood Bine responded relaxed and relieved.