Today is another anecdote from the exciting and luxurious life of Johnson P. Malone, Butlr King. This is a small glimpse into the life of a Butlr King and the daily duties he must fulfill.
You know its tough being King
sometimes. It’s tough being top dog. And being wealthy. And having expensive, refined
taste. Everyone wants a piece of the King. Oh, I don’t mean to complain, but
just today for example Butlr Bot woke me up saying there were several visiting
dignitaries that wanted to meet with me (In reality I knew they probably just
wanted to see my late Renaissance art collection).
It turned out to be Sir Galvini
DeNegalli, a young dashing Italian prince. He had with him a large, robust
opera singer and the Prima Donna ballerina from the Moscow Ballet Company. With
them was also an international banker with a taste for Cognac. I felt obliged
to take them all for walk around the island. I showed them the hanging gardens
I had recreated last fall and my statue garden. The Prima Donna was especially
enamored with one of the Easter Island heads but I told it was not for sale. (I
didn’t want to break her heart by actually telling the price of such a
treasure!).
We had some drinks outside the house
in the crystal gazebo. Butlr Bot served us cocktails and caviar. We all had
cosmopolitans except for the banker who had cognac served dry. He ate many of
the caviar also. We discussed the death of the novel and the hottest new lords
in the land– the fat Italian tenor finished the afternoon with a grand and
booming performance of Verdi.
I gave them
a hasty tour of my Da Vincis and Rafaels and then bid them farewell from the
pier as they my yacht drifted away with them waving from the deck. I
exhaustively went back inside and sat down on my velvet revolving couch.
A long day!
I cannot wait until I can just enjoy the company of my pet leopard and go to
sleep in my King-size bed.
-Johnson P. Malone (Butlr King)
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