You may remember, if you have nothing better to do, that Scurveyshire has been invaded by singing millipedes. As disconcerting at this is, it’s about to get worse. The Queen of Suspense, Violet Crepuscular, introduces Chapter DCLXXXX of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney.
“What a scandal!” she croons. “Queen Victoria has found out about the trouble in Scurveyshire. Behold! a sample of her dialogue.
“‘Caw blimey!’ says Queen. ”’Ere now, wot’s bloomin ‘appening aout thare? ‘Ay?'” (“That will get you started in understanding the way they talk on PBS,” Ms. Crepuscular confides in the reader.)
The millipedes, meanwhile, have ditched Jimmy Crack Corn and moved on to O, Them Golden Slippers. At night you can hear them slithering down Main Street–millions, nay, billions of them!
“Here is an image of a bunch o’ millipedes,” writes Ms. Crepuscular, “along with a piece of a poem about millipedes by Francois Villon.
“They come in swarms, in hideous forms–
They’re worse than April thunderstorms!”
Now it’s only good suspense writing to hold off till next week, or whenever, the resolution of this problem. What, you don’t think it’s a problem? Wait’ll you’ve got a houseful of millipedes!
Will Queen Victoria send the Royal Millipede Inspector to Scurveyshire?
And will that worthy turn out to be Lady Margo Cargo’s childhood sweetheart?
Only Violet Crepuscular knows! Ask everybody else if they care.
I’m just astounded that the queen has the same Western US speech pattern as I do. 🙂
She grew up in Colorado. Or so I’ve heard.
I think she was in one of my English classes. The teacher used to be a chimney sweep, in London. 🙂