The Flying Pigtails have a knack for finding all manner of Royal Doll Towny things strewn round the English countryside and one day they fortuitously picked up a sweet dough-baby wandering aimlessly lost and confused in a wild and woolly field. As fate would have it, Queen Marcheline had been pining for a little prince of her own and here was the perfect fit. The darling macro-cephalic little boy had been lovingly made from an experimental batch of everlasting dough by an unusual and inventive girl named Ann-Judy Hair. Later she'd mysteriously vanished and left him along with the rest of her childhood creations, treasures and keepsakes in her bedroom at her mother’s home in Pembury, for many a nebulous year. The dough baby had tired of the incarceration in Ann-Judy's bedroom and had bravely run away to seek his fame and fortune. As luck would have it Queen Marcheline thought him the dearest, sweetest little darling ever and promptly adopted him.
He'd informed her his name was Camber, named after the wonderful wide sandy Camber Sands beach he, his kin and Ann-Judy frequented during her youth. “H’m…” Queen Marcheline pursed her lips and smooshed the little boy adoringly. “We'll have to regalise that a smidgeon. H’m…” she reflected a while. “I’ve got it! You shall be my little bonny Prince Camembert now, because your white, squidgy body reminds me of perfect glorious camembert rind!” Indeed, his body was cushy like marshmallow as Ann-Judy had mysteriously made the dough to be always squishy-squashy. She was quite experimental and you'll soon meet the other creations of this industrious outsider girl. The Queen then called for Ghislaine and Gisbert of Royal Pledging and the little dough child pledged to be the new Prince Camembert and the adoption papers were made official and stamped and sealed by Genuine and Authentibert of Royal Stamps of Approval. The first royal request the little prince made was for a rescue mission to be sent to Ann-Judy’s dusty bedroom. His new mother acquiesced and immediately requested Pascal, her official messenger pigeon to deliver a message to the new Prince’s peeps informing them that they'd very soon be emancipated...
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AND HE SAID:
"Truly I tell you,
You're NEVER too old to be young at heart
P l a g i a r i s m is
a plague D O N ' T
S P R E A D I T ! ! !
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