Somewhere to play.

Kings and Queens, and all other pretty things.

In my world, I am King.

I did not ask for the position, it was my birthright.

Before my time, there was a Queen, she was my Mother.

Many a man applied for the position of King, somehow they all failed the required test of the Queen, for at the end, there was only the two of Us.

(to be continued at some other time ... )

Another time:

Eventually the Prince(me) grew to be able to obtain a partner, who then became his Queen, thereby making the Prince a King, not a frog.

"To have, to give, and give, and give ..." it never stops.

Then there were three, then more, and more, the count was stopped at a hundred and four.
(That is another story for another day.)

This blog is called a load of BULL, as there is no sense to it, it is not to make sense, for all of life has little sense to it.

We are born, we eat, we grow, we breed, then depart; this is the accepted way.
There are other ways, those routes we will ignore for now.

Later -

Small achievements along the way, great we make them, it is our way -
Firstborn, as if I was the first to ever cause this event, cigars, schnapps, celebrate;
Then number two - and more (note the lack of a period, it did not stop there)