Rebellion? I go on a hunting trip for 5 hours,

Rebellion? I go on a hunting trip for 5 hours, and they start a rebellion? Maybe this rabbit with an arrow in its head will placate the populace. Squire, fetch the royal megaphone.

The Boxers Rebellion would not be interrupted by the royal megaphone. The Boxers demanded entry into the forbidden city. Dowager Cixi tried to make a hasty exit but caught her

bustle in a hedgerow. As she lay tangled in her petticoats, Dowager Cixi's head was humming. She looked to the west and saw rings of smoke through the trees as the Boxer Rebellion

raged in the distance. Dowager Cixi was not alarmed now, because she knew the Boxer Rebellion was just a spring clean for the May Queen. She sat up, wondering, "Is that the piper

calling me to join him?" Upon closer inspection, she realized it was just a slight hum from the dryer--oh the dryer!!!! She'd, yet again, let a favorite blouse overdry! Damn! Three

times this had happened. Wait three times? Such a portentous number. And then there was the run in her stocking. It looked just like a camel. She decided it was a sign. She booked

a trip to Egypt. She'd always wanted to see the Great Pyramids of Giza, one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Whoa, seven? Another portentous digit. She hurriedly packed her bags

because Auntie Lane was taking her another guilt trip. First the great pyramids and then a little side trip to never getting a thank you card for any of the birthday presents.

Around the bend of why am I the only one who cares such matters and her trip was almost finished. Guilt could be such a powerful motivator she wondered why more people didn't