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Hu-Dad wanted to serve dinner, but needed to wait on the Queen’s arrival from the lower part of Sibe Quentin. Her response clearly stated, “Don’t rush me.”
I’m coming.
We clamor for our dinner within minutes of dinner time, so Hu-Dad raced to have our meals prepared. With the food ready, he called for us to take our stations so that the food could be served. The only challenge – Queen Natasha wandering the lower part of Sibe Quentin inspecting the perimeter. Waiting on you, hollered the Hu-Dad.
I will get there in good time.
The Queen, however, never responds well to demands. She paused to sniff grass, inspect the fence, get a drink of water, and just assert her authority. We knew better than to complain and waited patiently.
Have my dinner ready yet, Hu-Dad?
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