Note – this is a story based on the Seasons of Imagination cycle of stories plus the several later stories in the series.
I was awakened by a bright, blinding light. A strange, off-key hum filled the air. Was my spaceship damaged?
I sat up.
Queen Shimá, humming up a storm, turned from the window. She had just opened the curtains, allowing my archenemy, the starry Sol, to send his death beams into my room!
“Good morning, sleepyhead. You finally awake?”
“What time is it?” I asked. I yawned.
“It’s pretty late, Sweetie, almost 8.”
8? 8AM? That was early! Was I going to be sent to the uranium mines on Pluto, aka, the John Adams Elementary School, JAES, pronounced “Jazz”, after all? But it was Saturday!
“I’ve done two loads of your laundry while you slept in,” Queen Shimá said. She pointed to a laundry basket. “You need to put them away. And please fold them this time, and don’t just shove them in your drawers, OK?”
“Sure, Mom,” I said. I’d say anything to appease the evil Queen, but I was not going to do her nefarious bidding! Fold the clothes indeed, as if I were servant. I mean, it was just Wednesday night that she made me take the trash out!
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Thanks, Sue 🙂
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