The Big Party

One of her subjects was failing to celebrate.

The Queen could sense it.

Her guards were deployed.

Soon some poor little hermit heard rattling on his door.

They burst in, wind rushing through their silly fur hats.

They grabbed his office chair and launched him out from the sixth floor window.

Bunting snagged his limbs as he tumbled to the flag ridden street below.

Upon reaching his destination he looked a sight more patriotic.

Party fossils creaked over.

Applauded the new look.

Children danced around him.