"Princess Stephanie!" called The
Pope as he eased his
rubber penguin to a gentle landing by one of the massive
stone columns of the palace.
The troll stopped singing and stepped down from his
cheese roll podium.
"
Thankyou Darwin," said The Pope, "
Stephanie, I have some very important news for you. A
warning from your
father."
Stephanie seated herself on a
low stone bench in the
sunlight as Gregory began his story in grave tones.
"Stephanie, two months ago, your brother
Prince Clark returned from his study in the
Aegean. He has made a significant discovery about your parents."
Stephanie's eyes lit up. Her brother and herself had grown up
orphans, cared for by the nuns of the
Temple of Enlil hidden deep in the
Black Forest. All they knew of their parents was strung together through
archaelogical examination of the palace in which they now stood.
"You are now doubt aware of the peculiar powers sounds can have over your bloodline sounds such as the word '
Trousers' and
50s rock music have healing properties."
"Yes, and
folk music makes my head whip back," interjected Stephanie.
"That's right," said the pope. "but now
Clark has discovered the
true reason for this
abnormality..."