Less than half an hour after getting up this morning, His Majesty was demanding I put Jungle Boogie (his favourite song) on and dance around the living room, shaking a tambourine.
I hadn't even had time to drink my tea yet. This is definitely not in my contract.
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Later on, when getting ready to go out, he was goose stepping with an uproarious CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! up and down the hall, shouting, 'PARK! PARK! PARK!'
It was pretty early, especially for a Saturday, and so I gently drew him aside and tentatively suggested, 'Felix, people are still sleeping, can you use your quiet voice?' He willingly obliged and started whispering, 'Park, park park'...
...while goosestepping with an uproarious CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! up and down the hall.
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