And so it came to pass that the people of the land were tired. It had been a long winter and even the masterful feast of chefs couldn’t take away that nagging feeling they were a camel short of a train. Anthony of Waringah did woo in his smugglers of many colours, though there were some who felt his hirsute body too coarse. Julia of Altona, after her assumption did fall from grace, but on the third week she rose again and did declare she was the new Julia and the old Julia was dead, buried and cremated.
She did meet with the vanquished Kevin of Nambour and many scrolls did they read together but Kevin of Nambour would not gaze into Julia of Altona’s eyes, lest he be burned again. His bile returneth and Jasper the cat made itself scarce.
Yea, to raise the spirits of the people of the land known as Queens, there was a festival, known as Ekka. The Ekka peeps rejoiced and came from far and wide to marvel at the many pluto pups and displays of fruit nearly as ripe as the smugglers.
To this festival came a man, dressed as a scribe, with bulging eyes and possessed, say the other scribes, as demons. He laughed his demonic laugh, and believed if Julia of Altona touched him up he might be given special powers. The people of Ekka thought him a gi-nomous tool and wished he return to Green Valley.
Then Julia of Altona did meet with the Princess of New South Wales, Kristina, she of the hot hairdo did welcome Julia as Kevin of Nambour did not like Princess Kristina.
Anthony of Altona did know that he could not compete with the superpowers of Kristina the hottie, and knew he was neither fair nor with fabulous hair, but he did do his very best. It was not his fault he was not Bill Gates. He struggled with the new improved abacas, and many throughout the land did not think he could even write on a papyrus.
Inwardly he seethed. He was a man of smugglers, he was the progeny of the Bishop named Bronwyn, so cunningly he decided to fight Julia of Altona in the place on the hill, named after the many roots.