The Tale of Pinkalotta Rose Pipsqueak In Bullies for You!

The Tale of Pinkalotta Rose Pipsqueak in Bullies for You!

by

J.G. Hampton

An enchanting female mouse of a different color is born to a royal mouse father and mother causing the death of her frazzled mother while she immediately becomes the bane of her twenty-nine older brothers. Instantly she becomes her widowed father’s darling only daughter with that first puff of breath. Maternity is not always safe for humans nor mice mothers for that matter. Here’s age old sibling rivalry at its best with amusing practical solutions. This mouse drama deserves its own space on the shelf of classical children’s literature along with Angelina Ballerina, Stuart Little and Beatrix Potter’s A Tale of Two Mice. Poor little pink princess Pinkalotta becomes the brunt of her twenty-nine older mouse brothers treachery. A perfectly amusing read for classroom teachers, large families and world peace mongers is found within this ebook’s covers. No doubt this fictional tome will be nominated for the Nobel peace prize as the solution to bullies everywhere and the resolution between warring species. It’s also a poignant love story between equals as well as unequals. Bully!

Pinkalotta Rose Pipsqueak in Bullies for You!

by

J.G. Hampton

Copyright 2012 J.G. Hampton

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Table of Contents

Chapter One- Her Royal Highness

Chapter Two- Another New Beginning

Chapter Three- Queenly Whims and Wishes

Chapter Four- A Date With Fate

Chapter Five- A Nefarious Plot

Chapter Six- Do Girls Rule?

Chapter Seven- Double Entendres

Chapter Eight-Boys Rule

Chapter Nine- A Stitch in Time Saves Twenty-nine

Chapter Ten- Under Siege

Chapter Eleven- Birds of a Feather

Chapter Twelve- The Way to A Man’s or a Mouse’s Heart

Chapter Thirteen- A Rude Awakening

Chapter Fourteen- Off to the Rescue

Chapter Fifteen- Fixing What’s Broken

Chapter Sixteen- Love Conquers All

Chapter Seventeen- Queens Rule

Chapter Eighteen- Mirages or Marriages?

Chapter Nineteen- Beauty and the Beasts

Chapter Twenty- Getting to the Point

Chapter Twenty-One- More Miracles and Marriages

Chapter Twenty-Two- Cinderellas and Cinderfellas

Chapter One - Her Royal Highness

When Princess Jacleen Angeline Victorine Margarine Audrine came into the world, the entire kingdom celebrated. Good King Rupert and his lovely queen Isabella after years of failure had finally achieved their heart’s desire: they’d given birth to a child, a lovely princess. Twenty canons had discharged the morning of her entrance into the world and hundreds of fireworks lit up the night sky in celebration of her birth.

With rosy cheeks, eyes the color of a robin’s egg and golden hair, she’d been a beautiful baby. Doting parents gave her everything a child could want, countless toys, dresses, fur coats, and a vast collection of shoes. Their daughter had only to point at something she wanted and it was hers. Nothing was safe from her including tiaras and valuable baubles worn by members of the court. The palace was soon over run with puppies, kittens, canaries, toys and confectioners. The year of her birth, the royal gardener had hybridized a marvelous pink rose and named it the Royal Princess Jacleen. Nothing was too good for their charming little daughter; her parents could deny her nothing.

However, as most child psychologists are now aware, dear reader, children can have too much of a good thing to their detriment. Having no brothers and sisters to share with, the princess became exceedingly selfish. Soon it became apparent to everyone, but her parents, that

something was rotten in Denmark or in this case, England where the royal pair ruled. Princess Jacleen was spoiled rotten to her very core. During royal feasts, she’d go from plate to plate snatching whatever she wanted to the disgust and dismay of shocked guests. Simply put, the child was a brat. There’s no other way to describe the little tyrant.

Doesn’t the queen know that pretty is as pretty does? Princess Jacleen has developed some nasty habits. gossiped the ladies in waiting between themselves as they fanned themselves prettily. Perhaps she’ll grow out of it. whispered all the court as they watched the princess bite the dogs back when they bit her after she swung them around by their tails.

Grow she did and so did her bad habits. A more peevish princess didn’t exist. In case you don’t know what peevish means, dear reader, I’ll tell you, it means irritable, crabby, cross, cantankerous, spiteful, bad-tempered and grumpy. I hope that you’re none of those things, but that described Jacleen perfectly. She was all that and more from the tip of her crown to the point of her well shod satin slippers. Few people, other than her parents smiled on her malevolent antics. However, the sun continues to shine on spoiled princesses as well as kind ones and time passed quickly.

When she was eighteen, her now elderly parents anxious for grandchildren, arranged for her betrothal. Because she was beautiful as well as rich, her parents had no trouble marrying her off. Prince Leopold was well pleased with himself for winning such a royal catch; the marriage was the event of the year. The prince thought she was the cat’s meow until he watched her scratch the cat with her long nails and then he wondered if he hadn’t made a mistake. But by then, it was too late and there was no turning back; his initials were already embroidered on the pillowcases and the tea towels. They became parents of a prince the following year to the old king and queen’s delight. A princess was born a year later. Jacleen had done her duty, her mother and father had their heir and the spare.

Perhaps now with a husband and children, she’ll learn to share. whispered the court. Sadly, the princess remained as egotistic and selfish as ever. She was the brilliant sun around which everyone else had to revolve. Prince Leopold adjusted finding other pursuits such as hunting wild boar, wilder bore and drinking anything and everything.

Not long afterwards, the king died and Jacleen was anointed queen. The investiture was a costly extravaganza complete with ringing bells, confetti, and golden carriages. Selfishly, Jacleen refused to let her husband rule with her wanting to retain all the power for herself. In fact, she decreed that Leopold walk fifteen steps behind her whenever they went any where during their walkabouts, even in their palace. In the throne room, there was one throne which only she could sit on. Rather than warm to her little son, Prince Rupert II, she had little to do with his care and upbringing. Walling off her heart to those, she should have loved, her heart withered like a raisin on a vine.

Queen Jacleen became known throughout the kingdom as Queen Jacleen, Queen of Mean. A queen’s life is lonely anyway, but Queen Mean was lonelier than most because of her selfishness. Selfishness dear reader is an absence of love. Jacleen loved only herself and she was lonely. Strangely, Jacleen didn’t even realize how lonely she was. One doesn’t miss what one has never had and her selfishness had isolated her for some time now. Because of her selfishness, she hadn’t a friend in the world. For decades now she’d been growing meaner, why reader, she was as mean as a junkyard dog. Now that she was in her mid sixties, she had a dour outlook on life as well as a sour look on her face. Even though it was easier to smile than to frown, Queen Mean never did. We’ll leave her for a moment, dear reader, her heart locked in selfishness, her mind contemplating her misery, while we move along.

Chapter Two – Another New Beginning

Push! said the worried mouse king, King Alexander XX .One more should do it, Rose, and you’ve heard the old saying: last the best of all the game. I promise you this will be our last mousling. I won’t put you through this again. Don’t give up now dear heart, it’s almost over. The frightened old mouse held her hand and wiped her perspiring forehead with his initialed handkerchief that she’d embroidered and given him for Christmas. It was the least he could do. Why hadn’t he been more considerate of his delicate partner he wondered? Was she now paying the price for his selfish pleasure?

Dearest, perhaps this is your long awaited daughter. said her husband coaxing her along coaching her encouragingly. What would he do without her he wondered? She must not die.

Flatulent frogs! If men had to go through this, their first lying in would be their last. said his harried wife pushing until her small rodent eyes almost popped out of her head.

Guilty, as charged mein leibling, but save your breath and your energy for birthing this last mousling, pleaded the anxious king. His beleaguered wife had given birth to twenty-nine sons in the last three years, but it was quite apparent her life was now hanging by the proverbial thread and he didn’t want to lose her. Too late, he learned that a mouse as well as a man could love his wife to death. Thomas Jefferson