Missing The Queen

The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished and all that remained was wood painted green, leaving speculations, inquiring the whereabouts of Montana, a tiny leprechaun spreading rumored profits.

Zalgiris sat in his three walled cubicle, pitching paper balls, using the waste basket as a container when the district Wizard entered, ready to shoot the bull, discussing the King’s mental health.

“I know my methods are longshots to your winning ways, Zalgiris,” the magical magician greeted, “but the Queen she went missing, poof, and all I am left with is this green hard wood clue.”

“Earlier today, your friend,” Zalgiris paused.

“The mystic?”

“Called and filed the report, dropped the paperwork over there,”

“And what are you doing?”

“Discarding unwanted information,” Zalgiris answered.

“You know you could use a shredder,” the Wizard suggested.

“No electricity,” Zalgiris swished another score.

Across the kingdom, county manicured grass turned muddy during a heavenly temper tantrum, hinting Commando’s traditional maroon and gold uniform colors ‘guard the crime scene security tape, where her royal majesty disappeared’.

“Bucks,” he acknowledged the bald eagle professional competitor who proudly stood at attention, “I have never seen anything like this.”

Shielding his eyes from blinding sunshine light the wilderness police officer continued interpreting the babbling brook, as the miniature stream spun its choppy tale, gossiping about the larger body of water, with a mouth. “I have been running this gaming reservation for many years and this takes the cake.”

“Cake?” A voice sounded, encouraging Bucks,‘quickly leave the scene’.

“Yeah, Cake, apparently the babbling brook here, saw everything unfold,” Commando explained, “the Queen had a broken heart due to losing her diamonds before finding the King had committed suicide, while her trusting possessed jack, gouged out one eye.”

“Really,” Zalgiris replied, “do you know where the Queen is?”

“Apparently,” Commando repeated, “she ran off and my witness spotted her rolling craps with a lucky midget.

“Montana,” Zalgiris paused, “the fighting four-leaf clover.”

“Yeah, that was his name,” Commando confirmed.

“Do you know where they went?”

Commando diplomatically cooperated, telling Zalgiris, “take fifty-two paces towards the boardwalk air-conditioned building. Once inside you should cool down realizing Montana, the fighting four-leaf clover is occupying the bar, making passes, engaging with royal picture cards.

A few minutes elapsed and Zalgiris twirled through the revolving door and relished the A/C power play chilling his heated tension.

“I am looking for Montana, the fighting four-leaf clover,” Zalgiris announced monitoring everyone, peering up from their loitering duties.

“Who needs to know?”

“I am Zalgiris, not only did the Wizard send me,” the visiting guest introduced, “but the mystic filled out the same order.”

“Well,” a sunglass wearing smaller than life character emerged, “if the Mystic requested your presence, I cannot disappoint the lady.”

“Where’s the Queen? Montana,” Zalgiris put his foot down.

“Recovering from going to the club and getting spayed,” Montana halted his comment before proceeding, “and neutered.”

“What do you mean she can no longer have an heir?”

Smirking Montana went back into his rainbow masquerading as a pot holder, servicing patrons mining for fool’s gold, “your monarchy has reached the endpoint,” Montana exclaimed, turning invisible.

Still combatting shock Zalgiris stood curbside, waiting for transportation, “our figure head governing traditions naturally hit a dead end,” he commented, conjuring up a mysterious stranger.

“Zalgiris,” a disguised voice expressed, “why are you playing here?”

“Searching for the Queen,” Zalgiris replied, pivoting, seeing,

“I am here,”

“Queen and you are?”

“With the King gone up there, let’s be honest, it’s over,” the Queen noted, “but Zalgiris, I have a secret to tell you, some time ago I had dizygotic twins, Vilinius and Kaunas, they are fitted with the take charge program after I am gone.”

“Well, that is good to know,” Zalgiris mentioned observing the horse drawn carriage arrive while scheduling a bull marketing meeting with the Wizard to cook up a story, reporting how the King suddenly departed.