Over the past 48 hours the
Two days ago I was taking out the royal rubbish and opened
up the back gate on the border of Pooba Prime to the back-lane that is British
territory. On inspecting the green recycle bin I saw an array of rubbish and a
distinct white bin-liner (the royal bin-liners of the kingdom are black and
green, in accordance with our flag). It appeared that this rubbish was from our
next door neighbour. An act of war?
His royal highness sounded the alarm and declared a state of
emergency. As Pooba has yet to organise an army, it called for help from local
militia on Pooba Prime. Prince Fred was called into action to sniff around the
area and offer advice. The resulting action was taking out the British rubbish
and putting it at the door of the neighbour.
Satisfied with this outcome, Prince Fred was stationed on
the border to maintain a careful eye over any new actions. For the remainder of
the day the bins were left free from harassment.
One day ago in the morning hours, Prince Fred sounded the
alarm. It turns out that he was in pursuit of a cat (perhaps a British cat, we
do not know, reports are unclear on this matter). Your most fearless king
grabbed his slippers and shield and ran into the melee of battle. On reaching
the borderland he inspected the recycling bin: no refuse from neighbouring
states. However, a neighbouring bin had been located beside our day.
Gallantly, and with assistance from Prince Fred, I was able
to push the bin away from the borderlands. In doing so space was cleared for
Poobian trade to recommence. On returning to the kingdom, loyal subjects
cheered the actions of both king and prince. That very night a banquet was held
in their honour to declare a great victory over the Battle
The state of emergency has now come to an end. The
borderland is demilitarised and the back-lane is free from bloodshed and war.
But a strong message has been sent out by the Kingdom of Pooba
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