To enter the fabulous portico of Royal Doll Town, approximately eight meters high above ground level on the east face of the tower opening into the trading halls, you need to navigate past customs. This processing department is currently run by the Gallinule Brothers; Gaston, Gauloise, Gabriel and Gregoire who take turns patrolling the portal entrance and ensure no illegal trading or immigration ensues. These bird brothers reside in the King’s Palace and have full residency owing to their most unfortunate birth defects. You see, when Madame Gallinule, living in the murky moaty waters alongside Le Musée de la Poupée located at Le Château de Robesart in Wambrechies, Northern France, hatched out her four precious boys she immediately noticed that instead of having very long toes as wader birds are supposed to have, they all had barely stubs for toes, an awful pesticide affliction sustained in utero, from a visit to a farm using far too many glyphosphates during her first trimester. She had had to make that visit, it couldn't be helped, her sister living in the pond was ailing miserably. Not surprising really with the overdosing of pesticides and diet of GMO corn. Madame suggested she relocate to Wambrechies but her sister at first resisted the idea of urbanising claiming she'd miss the fresh country air. "Really?" Quipped Madame Gallinule shading herself from the latest cloud of crop spray. It was then that the damage had been done to the pregnant Madame and when she saw how her little sons were stumbling and bumbling around barely able to stand, she was inconsolable. Her interminable sobbing annoyed an ancient Bécassine doll with no nose, but an acute sense of hearing to compensate for her olfactory loss, residing at the museum of dolls and toys. So harassed was she that she leaned out the window in the dark of night in her antique cotton nightie and yelled to Madame Gallinule in agitated French to shut up! This prompted the uptight Madame Gallinule to soliloquize a long winded explanation of her plight. Taking pity on her and feeling quite guilty about her rude outburst the Bécassine doll suggested that Madame Gallinule send her sons to Royal Doll Town, for rumour had it only birds with leg defects and amputations were granted dispensation and awarded residency there.
This snippet of information was indeed true. Birds were not usually granted residency at Royal Doll Town as there would very quickly be an avian overpopulation. Only the odd maimed or lamed or outcast bird was allowed to stay and was awarded a specific task or role. Madame’s distress evaporated at the prospect of the notion and as very good luck would have it, Mrs Studebaker the stork, was in the hood with her delivery blanket and offered to professionally deliver the four little boys across the channel and into the care of Libertine, for she was the nurturing principle of the town. She raised them to adulthood and groomed them for their new positions at Court. They were to be in charge of immigrations, entries and exits at the entrance portal, a most important job as the ecosystem of the tower must never be allowed to get out of kilter and by now the tower town was becoming very busy and popular. The Royal Carpentry run by Gradine and Grainbert, crafted them prosthetic wooden legs enabling them to walk properly. They sported the popular King style beetle back leather boots and official Royal Customs uniforms. When word got back to Madame Gallinule of how well her sons were doing and what important stations they were granted at the Royal Court she could not help but swell with pride and tearfully yell up to the Bécassine doll in the museum, the good news, fortunately it was early evening and she wasn't in bed yet!
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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 ! ! !
R e s p e c t