“Military spending is at an all-time high and the Royal Treasury tells me it is not hard to understand why. You, General, ordered 412 operations last year in which all our infantry and cavalry mounted a full assault. That’s more than one Red Alert per day!”
“Yes, Your Majesty. We WERE quite fortunate that so many of them were within an hour’s ride of Headquarters. Thus year we may not be able….”
“And you were late for this meeting because everyone had to assemble forty-five minutes ago?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. The operation was a complete success. It was our duty to help with Jolly Ollie Orange’s sunburn.”
“Was it really important enough to call out all our forces?”
“He was starting to peel! I understand, Your Majesty, it IS expensive, and it’s a lot of effort, but Your Majesty’s men and horses have been dealing with bad publicity ever since that egg case.”
“But does every single call require all of you scrambling to respond?”
“Well, Your Majesty, we worry about the kind of publicity Your Majesty’s forces would receive if people found out that only half the king’s horses and half the king’s men were coming out to help.”
“You can’t make an omelet….”
“Excuse me, Your Majesty, I must take this…. Colonel, declare a red alert! Notify all the horses and all the men: we must go. Mount up! We’re riding out!”
“At least tell me what the emergency is.”
“We MUST answer this one, Your Majesty. Chicken Little says the sky is falling!”
“Very well. But if it turns out it was just her son Humpty falling on her….”
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