Dignity and Grace

It was a pleasant Sunday morning for a stroll outside the palace. I summoned my coachman to bring the horses around to the main gates so I could be taken into the town center, el Parque Central (my tongue is slowly learning this pseudo Latin that the people speak here). Of course I choose to go into town without the pomp and circumstance to which I was accustomed in Miamishire. I fear the people are still uneasy with their foreign king, and I would rather not create any further distractions. Besides, going unnoticed allows me to observe my surroundings in their natural order. Once I take note of that which pleases and displeases me, I can make the appropriate changes.

Upon my arrival, I noticed the townspeople were milling about the square, going to and fro between the market and the church. My coach pulled up along side a line of horsedrawn carriages. The coachman avised me that with all the horse and horse manure in the streets, there is talk of putting diapers on these magnificent creatures (I suspect the dreaded Abbess is behind this conspiracy). Of course, I find this absurd (and the image appalling). Imagine the horses of my kingdom attempting to gallop with bloomers affixed to their grand derrieres. Every animal has the right to relieve itself with dignity and grace. I could not think of having the horses, or anyone for that matter, wallow in their own waste until they can be changed. Besides, my kingdom employs many people to clean and wash the streets. I suspect the economy would suffer if these dedicated workers were stripped of their honorable duties.