Name the Millipede Inspector! (‘Oy, Rodney’)

(I’ve been looking for a way to jazz up this blog and get more readership, but Violet Crepuscular has beaten me to it.)

“Name the Royal Millipede Inspector–Lady Margo Cargo’s long-lost childhood sweetheart!” trumpets Ms. Crepuscular, The Queen of Suspense. The winner, she writes, will receive a handsome prize–

Literary immortality!

“Yeah, sure,” she confides in her readers, “I could make it a Jerry Brown mug, or some flashlight batteries–but what price literary immortality? Your name will be given to the Royal Millipede Inspector! How great is that?” We are not sure what she means. Are you?

Meanwhile, we open up Chapter DCLXXXXIII of Ms. Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney, with a touching scene: Lady Margo and the Royal Millipede Inspector pass each other on Scurveyshire’s High Street without even the slightest glimmer of recognition passing between them. The fact that Lady Margo is on a pogo stick, which plays hob with her wooden leg, and every bounce provokes an embarrassing belch, may have something to do with this non-reunion.

The Royal Millipede Inspector continues to inspect the town for millipedes.