She sleeps in my room in her own special basket full of fluffy blankets.

Nobody dares challenge her at Queen of Mulch Mountain.

She goes for more car rides than anybody else.

The other animals talk about her behind her back. I sometimes hear dissent among her subjects and words like “spoiled”, “prissy”, and “social butterfly”.

What do you think of that, Smidge?

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“It’s great to be queen!!!”