The Ukulele Tree (On Hold))

Prologue

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PROLOGUE

Once upon a time, in a far away land,

“Ohhh...” the nurses and doctors sighed when they saw The Queen’s first baby, of course after she was cleaned off and wrapped in a blanket, for babies looked much better that way.

“What shall her name be Queen Gallia?” a nurse-maid asked.

Without even looking at her baby the Queen said from her enormous bed,“Her name…It must be perfect, for my own name sounds like gallant-which I turned out to be, obviously. Her name will be… Rue because she’ll be ravishing.”

The servants in the room looked down in disappointment. Hopefully this baby girl would not grow up to be like their Queen, they thought. But even by the looks of her name she’ll be worse. Which in this case, seemed almost impossible.

“Now, give me my child.” The Queen ordered, not even addressing the doctor.

“Ummm…” the doctor said, whose name happened to be Albert. He hesitated. Brushing his hand to the baby’s ears, his nightmare was confirmed. This baby was done for! Unless…could he really deny The Queen her baby?

“EXCUES ME, BUT I WANT TO HOLD MY BABY!” The Queen roared. Then the baby started to cry, which made the condition look worse, turing multiple sahdes of pink. The doctor helplessly handed her over. The Queen smiled-something that looked quite guresome on her- and peered down at her new-born. Then almost at once she stiffened and the room grew tense astonishingly fast.

“AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!” The Queen screamed horrifically once she saw the child and threw the baby high into the air, despite her non-athletic skills. The doctor, who often played catch with his son, gracefully did a baseball slide and caught the baby as it came soaring down from almost missing the chandelier.

“THAT BABY WILL BEAR NO NAME THAT I GIVE HER!!! GO; LOCK HER UP IN…” Queen Gallia paused for a moment, before thinking of the perfect place, “THE FOREST HOUSE!!” She screeched hysterically at the doctor, pointing her long finger at him, “You are dismissed. And, alas, the only news of this will be that my beautifulbaby girl died a stillborn.” She finished, sweeping the room with her cold glare from the birthing bed. “Now go with that thing and hire a nurse maid, perhaps with bad eyesight so she may not see the horrid thing, to take care of her. In the tree house in the forest of Exlair. Go now!” Queen Gallia thought the forest house was perfect for the baby- a monkey house for a monkey child.

“Yes my lady…of course your majesty. What about the King?” Albert asked.What would King Fred think of this?

“King Fred will have no knowledge of this…for now he is out in Zenllia on a llama whopping issue. He will have to except the death of our first child.”The blonde haired Queen stated.

“Yes My Lady, The Matjesty, The Queen.” Albert said and bowed scurried away with the child. Poor thing! He thought. For now her ears had fluffed out fully. And they were huge. So he pulled the blanket over them and scampered towards the village in search of a nurse maid.

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“This way, only a little farther.” Albert told the nurse maid, who was now holding the baby. He found a nurse maid. Sadly she did have good eyesight and was around 35 years of age, with the name of Sarra.

“So where does this house lay? We’re getting close to the forest…” Sarra said, glancing at the child every now and then.

Albert stopped by a butternut tree on the side of the path leading in the Forest of Exlair, his favorite kind in fact, and faced Sarra. “Well, I have some explaining to do…” he said and explained the recent events.

When he was done Sarra asked, “But why would Queen Gallia toss her baby aside?”

In response he drew the blanket back from the child’s large ears. “Oh! Well…you know, they make her look kind of cute.” She decided after looking at the baby for awhile. Then she asked anther simple question. “What is her name-since the Queen took the name Rue from her?”

“I…I don’t know! I guess we will have to come up with one.” Albert said, thinking of the possibilities. “How about Zeya? Or Gertrude? Nafia! Or-”

“May I ask something?" Sarra interrupted, "Do you have kids?”

“Yes, a son. Why?”

“What is his name?” Sarra continued ignoring Albert’s question.

“Peter.”

“Oh. Weird. Especially…well never mind.”

“Well what do you think her name should be?”

Sarra looked at the little girl. Even only a few hours old she’s been through a lot. “Sofy.” She said.

“Sophie? As in S-o-p-h-i-e?”

“No S-o-f-y.”

“Oh! Interesting…I guess that works.” Albert said, “Hey do you have any kids?”

“Yes an 6-year old daughter, Emily. Why?”

“Oh…nothing.”

They continued walking for awhile walking on, then almost covered by vines, about 20 yards into the forest lay the house on a ukulele tree. (These trees were rare, which trunks resembling ukuleles and their leaves in the same manner.)

“The houses in the trees, very mystical, build by Queen Sheliana when her young son wanted to be monkey.” Albert quoted from his book, Royally Weird.

“Well, let’s go.” Sarra said and walked towards the ladder.