King of Fools: my Angel sleeps all the time.
I go to work on Saturday at 10, come back home at 2, and she is still in bed.
Troll: you said, you don't work on Saturday.
King of Fools: at busy times.
Soup?
Do you like our kitchen?
Surprisingly, couch, tv and chairs fit here too.
Troll: tell me about the Great King.
King of Fools: Great..great grandpa didn't write much.. he was in love.
Queen of Fools: do you know people might believe in this stuff?
King of Fools: it's the same thing.
Let's switch the channel.
Queen of Fools: check the weather for tomorrow.
Troll: he was in love?
King of Fools: drawing her pictures every day.
One after another, beautiful woman.
It was all over his room.
Troll: King's wife?
King of Fools: the mother.
Great Queen of herself.
She was wearing milky gold color dress and gold crown, walking confidently in the palace.
Never put her head down or smiled, only behind closed doors.
Queen of Fools: we have a picture.
Her spiritual self.
King of Fools: still gorgeous.
At the parties she was sitting next to the Great King, her son, masculine man with a beard.
Troll: where the wife was sitting?
King of Fools: on the step near the King.
She was very young.
Queen of Fools: they surrounded Great King like a circle, no suspicious eyes could break in.
Troll: was she lonely?
King of Fools: who?
Troll: the Great Queen?
King of Fools: why would she?
Not for a second.
Queen of Fools: every thing was designed to make her happy.
King of Fools: she had everything she wanted.
Life was simple back then anyway.
Food, wars and entertainment.
Queen of Fools: only we have to work.
