"Oh Queen of the Domicile in which we abide! Please have pity on us, and give us that which will slake our hunger. For we have spent the day in dutiful toil...learning basic life skills that we will need to survive. Oh please...give us a snack." the young scholars begged. Big eyes filled with pleading and hunger beseeched the Queen.
The Queen, looking with nothing but love at the pretty little scholars, said, "Very well. Let me see what I can give you so that you don't have wait any longer then necessary." The queen was now surrounded by bouncing balls of energy until....she turned, revealing her snack offering.
The little scholars were taken aback. They looked at the snack, then to the Queen, then at the snack.
"What's this?" The eldest questioned.
"Oranges." was the reply.
The scholars trembled. Would they stand for such citrus vileness? No! It could never be! Not now! All at once, they assaulted the Queen with their bitter disappointments. "Oranges?! There is not an ounce of artificial sugar nor preservative! How dare you quantify it worthy of snackdom! It's bitter outer shell proves it's vileness and lack of suitability. Do you think we toiled all day for the taste of oranges when muffins should OBVIOUSLY be what is offered? What kind of world are we living in when oranges, the bain of snackishness, is offered to poor little scholars forced to learn how to read and write against their will? Forsooth, WE will no stand for this! No! We will vent and yell about this citrus devil until it has been corrected or until dinner...which ever event occurs more rapidly!"
The Queen looked down at her little ones. "Uh-huh. I guess you'll then dine when dinner is served." And thus it was until then next day when three little scholars came upon the Queen...
"Oh Queen of the Domicile in which we abide! Please have pity on us, and give us that which will slake our hunger...."
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