As fate would have it, the Royal Millipede Inspector is Lady Margo Cargo’s childhood sweetheart. He was hard to find because, through years of disuse, he has forgotten his name. Queen Victoria addresses him as “Hey, you!”
“This is crucial to the development of the plot,” explains our author, Violet Crepuscular, The Queen of Suspense. She does not explain how it’s crucial, nor are we at all sure, anymore, what the plot of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, is. Is this really Chapter DCLXXXXI?
Anyway, it’s been 48 years since Lady Margo last laid eyes on the dashing figure of a man who was to become the Royal Millipede Inspector and now looks something like a millipede himself.
Ms. Crepuscular digresses: “Ain’t life funny? They could’ve been happy together! The guy was all lined up to be a Navy officer when he got sidetracked into millipedes. And now he don’t even know his own name!” [We cannot account for the author’s grammatical lapses–The Editor.]
The publisher, we have heard, is offering a handsome prize to anyone who can take Oy, Rodney off his hands