The boy's smile turned the color of a ripe orange. “You are a liar, madam!” he shouted, glaring at the Queen. “A repulsive, boring, ungrateful little pig!” The Queen lifted her head and looked at the son. “You are kind of off your rocker,” she said.
“Now, Now, Now,” the Long-armed Lady shouted back, icily. “Stop teasing!”
“Not now, you understand,” the Prince murmured.
“Then tell me,” the Queen said.
“Well,” the Prince went on, “it seemed like a really pretty cloudy hell during the first part of this week. And Thomas, well—not exactly a shining example of chivalry he was, I’ll be bound. But he was really mild and gentle. He was understanding. He was nice. He was helpful. I’ve gotten him into the army. We’re giving him the best schools in the army.”
“Nice school, he told himself. Very nice indeed.”