Recently crowned King Charles, or King Chuck as his friends and Camilla like to call him, is selling the horses His Royal Royalty inherited from his Mum the recently cacked Lizzie the Deuce. The Royal Stables will now and forever forward be eerily quiet. No horses, no stablehands, no hay, and say, won't King Chuck raise about a king's ransom off'n the sale of his Mum's horses. Breed mares, race horses, show ponies, dog and pony shows, peripheral stuff, and the dang stable that used to house all Her Highness' horses. You see, King Chuck doesn't like to ride the horses but His Royal Chuckdom will on occasion bet the ponies. King Chuck prefers cricket while Camilla prefers several of the stablehands what USED to tend to all the Queen's horses. Well no more and the sale of Lizzie's horses seems sort of sad. No more ponies to ride for King Chuck's grandchildren. One of whom is almost next in line to be the once and future King of England, Scotland, and Wales. North Ireland will on rare occasion get a royal mention but that's about it. So bid the horses a fond farewell and let us all hope and prey that none of those horses end up as steak at some posh London 5 star eatery. Eating a horse seems almost blasphemy. Now for some Wednesday machine art. No eating of the horsies is to be allowed. For dang certain!
numb comfortably -
valley of the broken dolls -
autumn in Vermont -
chessboard (checkerboard?) of life -
the image of the trees is not really in Vermont. the image is autumn and is exactly how my machine spit the dang thing out. I named it as 'autumn in Vermont' cause I liked it. 😎
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