Rich kids are often sheltered so it should come as no surprise that story time at The Old Castle is always supervised. Momma tonight is throwing a dinner party for three hundred dignateries in the Great Hall to honor the President of France, so she asks Gentleman Jack, her Most Trusted Advisor, to sit in for her in the arm chair, as Tutor tells Audrey, and now Rex, nestled between them, a bed time story, this one about Mighty Dog, and how he saved a little girl from drowning in her mother's Jacuzzi.
Gentleman Jack is typing a verbatim transcript on his iPad, "To be sure we maintain a contemporaneous record, so I can give a full and accurate accounting if or when I am deposed as an eye witness to The Happy Tutor's perfidious failure in his fiduciary responsibility as a Morals Tutor to impart Wisdom and Virtue at every opportunity to this young child's tender mind. The child's mind is like a fallow garden that he sows with Thistles and Tares. She never would have been at risk of drowning in The Queen Mother's Jacuzzi, in the first place, had he not insinuated the idea of giving that mutt a bath. Better that miserable dog were drowned. Disgraceful. She should have been given a purebred, perhaps a long haired Afghan, if she had to have a dog at all. I could have handled it if The Queen Mother had asked; no task is ever too small in Service to My Lady."
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