My fantastic idea had some humble beginnings. And I think that’s where I’ll start. You see when we went to the beach, I had some tan lines. You can see them in the photo below. I thought it was time to eliminate them by getting some sun.
There I was in the beach chair just lying around waiting for the sun to work its magic. I began to remember what it was like to be a king or at least wear a crown like one. This is me when I went to meet the princesses.
Then it got to be rather boring very quickly just sitting there. Instead of dreaming of being a king, I really wanted to be one. I am nothing if not a bear of action. That’s when I got started on my grand project - to build my very own castle.
Every king has to have a castle right? It’s not perfect but it’s all mine and it works.
People came from far and near to see it – well, sort of. See those people in the distance; I think they were intimidated by my royal presence. So while they really wanted to say hello, they were too much in awe to get very close.
Here’s a picture of me next to my castle. I’m sitting on my custom made throne.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering where my royal crown is. You are so funny; as if I would bring such a valuable jewel encrusted thing out on the beach!
As in any fairy tale of a king and his castle, there is always a big bad sea monster that wants to stomp on the kingdom and for a minute I thought I was a goner.
Then I realized it was only one of my loyal subjects and after I recovered from the frightening shock of her ginormous shadow, I made my first decree. “Clean up this mess! And - if you do a good job, I’ll let you bring me a chocolate chip cookie.”
Apparently, a king can be removed from the throne with very little warning – and no cookies either.