My good and gracious lady Queen Joan did once again request that Lady Maud and I accompany her on a royal progress. So summoned, I departed the Land of Winter for the Land of Bougainvillea, that region also known as the Dukedom of Surf and the Principate of Venice, where we three did disport ourselves most excellently well. We donned our summer robes, we promenaded upon the sand, we rode in the Wheel of Ferris and played at the SkeeBall. Our repasts began with exotic frozen delicacies, because the motto of Queen Joan, which doth appear upon her personal seal, is “Vita brevis, imprimis edite bellarium.”
But I am now returned unto the Land of Winter, and lo, there are lamentations and dismay. Wherefore must I wear boots and promenade through snow rather than taking my barefoot ease upon the strand? Truly, this life is but a vale of (frozen) tears, to be endured with fortitude and patience.
And now I must attend upon my feline overlords, before hunger driveth them to war upon one another.