When Queen Marcheline noted how exuberant I was about being her Official Cybiograher it set her off down another dreamy path and she waxed lyrical about how she thought it befitting for me to have an Official Beaucratic name. After much mental meandering and mulling over my details she regalised me thus: Within the realms of the Royal Doll Town Queendom there are four noteworthy official queens. Queen Marcheline is THE Queen of Queens of course, but there are also the two queen bees, Queen Bulbinella of Northern Hive House and her twin sister Queen Bulbarella of Southern Hive House. They are pretty much identical except for the way they wear their monogrammed medals and broaches. Queen Bulbinella always uses upper case 'B' and Queen Bulbarella always selects lower case 'b'. Otherwise it is pretty difficult to tell them apart. They are most unusual bees, being corally pink and fluffular but I'll relate their back story in another post, so make sure to buzz by again.
You'll also hear more of the termite queen, Queen Antwoinine, who is ensconced in Propylaeum Palace inside the roof cavity of the tower entrance portico. So those are the four noteworthy queens. As I mentioned previously, Queen Marcheline felt it prudent that I have a more royally suitable name and decided that I should be an honorary queen in name-without-claim, so much simpler than making me a dame with claim as I had yet to prove myself and I could not be granted residency at the tower as I am such a consumptive big nuisance to the system, what with having to eat, sleep, ablute and occupy so much space. You see, the dolls don’t eat, don’t have to contend with digestive repercussions and don’t have to sleep. Bypassing Maslow’s first rung of the hierarchical ladder of survival allows them to be so much more progressive and they kind of frown down on us needy-greedy-feedy folk. As you know, the King and the Avian Reconnaissance Monitoring Earth Network (A.R.M.E.N) disparagingly call us "Consumans". When I first sojourned at the tower I irritated the living daylights out of some of the citizens with my big cumbersome presence. The worst was when I accidentally trod on what felt like a matchbox but turned out to be the antique travel case of an eighteenth century doll containing all her prized possessions. Her stentorian lamentations were gut-wrenching and I don’t think I was ever really forgiven. So even though I turned out to be a godzillian nuisance to most, Queen Marcheline positioned me as the not so noteworthy but hopefully more trustworthy token fifth queen of nothing, with artistic license to make up everything and have the beautanical title of Re:gina c'est la V. She contrived this by taking my usual signature gina V and giving it a Marchelinese twist ‘regina’ of course means ‘queen’ and ‘V’ could be either the Roman numeral ‘5’ or the first letter of my surname. So there you have it, by Her Majesty’s decree. I haven’t had any occasion whatsoever to make use of it and probably never will, it's just that she's a stickler for detail, and truth be told, she can ramble on. These introductory Biologs can be somewhat of a marathon read and laborious to say the least, but that is what I was appointed to do and I'm only trying to do my job as best I can for in these days of uncertainty you certainly hang onto a good job when it comes along...
The Cybiography of Queen Marcheline CLICK HERE:
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