K-E-Y (Why? Because we LIKE you!)
posted by Kitty O'Keefe at 5:54 AM
December 09, 2006
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- Name: Kitty O'Keefe
- Location: United States
A financial professional with 30 years' experience in financial management and education for women.
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1 Comments:
As you might guess, we mice may be distinguished in our expressions not so much by opinion or even our spiritual convictions as by our point of view. You humans might be quite surprised at who goes about fully, even elegantly, dressed but having left off Her stepins. Yes, forty years and more ago The Queen Mum
(god rest her) told our Cabbage that the royal coteuriere would be sewing
tiny discrete weights into the hems of all Her dresses and skirts. "You see, dear, now you're Queen we can't have the odd wind on some reviewing
stand shewing your, um, thighs or bum to the great
world, can we? The London
Daily Mirror is cheeky enough without our handing
them a full-colour front
page of your arse in thin
silk." "Phillip says I have a lovely bum," Cabbage retorted. The Queen Mum's last word, as
usual, "Well of course he
does, he's Greek after all, isn't he?" Even Queens may rebel against
their mothers, and I assure you that on the unimpeachable authority of Buckingham mice, Windsor mice and Balmoral mice, our stiffish stodgy Cabbage is as racy and nude as one of Her thorobreds. Weights in Her
skirt and slip hems to the
contrary, She rarely wears
what I believe you amis call panties. There, for all mousedom who cares to
look, are the Royal Apertures-Privee. I am in
awe and reminded of the
miller's tale in Chaucer..
"Sweet Lips! That never
told't a lie!".
I can tell you this. Our
beloved Cabbage practises
a high level of hygiene,
that's obvious. But I can
also tell you that a certain labial puffiness
and intra-glisten suggests
that even while EII appears very formal and
subdued, She is enjoying an excitement, an arousal
even, over some thought or
memory, or scene before her. Perhaps, like Catherine of Russia, She fancies gobbling off a whole row of Queen's Guards at pulsing attention or something. How human! How delightful! How entertaining for such mice as pause in their affairs,whilst passing between the Royal feet, and gaze up into the proud fecundity of the Very Foundation of Empire.
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