I awoke to these blundering fools and their less than enthusiastic attempts at creating a most handsome scene for my timely awakening. Do they not know that royalty should not be treated with anything less than the finest? Of course they couldn't. Any inkling of what should be handled in a timely manner is foreign to their small-minded intellect. Calling them every name I could think of does not seem to spur them on and it is a wonder as even a donkey when called an ass knows to hurry when told. This will be another horribly dreadful day. I was told by mail of my father who has not been in my presence for quite some time that uncle may need a new chariot as his is now of no use.
Of course this means I will need to wake myself from slumber and navigate my way through the treacherous lands that lead to the country of which I am not very fond of. If only I were much older, I could tell father what I thought about his telling of me to serve others. What a dreadful bore. His "kingship" did not necessarily have the nerve to speak to me directly but through my butler with the white tuft down the middle. To keep it blunt, when it pertains to his discussion with the help. The poor should serve the poor should they not? It seems obvious to the likes of myself. Do they not already serve? Why does someone like I need to serve the likes of them? ....
I am sorry. I do believe I have gotten ahead of myself. In speaking I have realized that my thoughts may be above your own. I am sorry if I may have made you feel stupid if you will. Well, I shall not mumble on. The poor should serve the rich and their own households. There is no need for the rich to meddle in the affairs of those who are beneath them. Let me add one more thing if you care to take the time to read on. Is it not quite contrary to nature when if possible, you see a lion, the king of the jungle help an antelope find a plain where it should graze? Are we the rich not like the lions?
As for the poor I would not call them antelopes as they are much further down on the chain of greatness. I would say the dirt would suffice for such unmentionables. The dirt serves its purpose, to hold water, to feed the grass with nutrients etc. But other than serving the much more complex organisms it is just dark-brown material strewn across the floor. Another down the hill does disagree however, very few do of course. It is no wonder their capital will never increase to the extent that my family and namely myself possess. As I have been told they tend to use their monetary gains to help those who are less fortunate. Foolishness! As if their little could help the many.
This one man if I do remember correctly, Mr. Smiths Dale continually uses his funds to "enrich" those who have much less than himself. I have personally recorded his capital and what he spends, and I do say he does make quite a bit of money. I would say close to what I have in his dividends. I joke. No one could make that which we possess as it is nearly impossible. I sometimes crack myself up with my insanely, hilarious, comedy. As I was saying Mr. Smiths Dale makes around half of what we make or a little more than half which is a respectable amount. He, if he did not squander his sums may have even acquired land much nearer to us, but lives in the much smaller mansions further down the hill. He has not followed the rules of this land but of that of his own country to his own detriment. He for whatever foolish reason has not taken on the beliefs of those who inhabit and rule over this land.
When I say squander by the way I do not mean he spends his money on the finer things in life or I would stand on the hill and applaud him in every venture... I mean as I said so earlier that he spends his financial gains on those less fortunate than himself which does not make the least sense to me. These burdensome pests serve their purpose. If they die! They die! If they live! they live! Their purpose really is to serve those who are greater than themselves.
LET THE POOR BE POOR AND THE RICH GAIN MORE!!!
WOULD YOU NOT AGREE?
Regardless of if you are in agreement with me the truth is the truth. One that I am very well acquainted with in my young age.
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How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus
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