An Adventure with Princess Feathertree and Her Friends

“Drinkwater, young princess, my name is Daggentholley Drinkwater.” He tautly retorted. “I am your headwaiter.” "What is a headwaiter?" The Princess's eyes grew wide, and she giggled. “Do you wait on people’s heads?” "My dear Princess" he patiently exclaimed. "I am your butler. I am here to fulfill all of your requests." He spoke slowly and clearly. His voice carried soundly through the dining hall. She could not understand how he could even see her with his head leaning so far back. He was indeed a curious figure. She then noticed some bumps on his outer coat pockets. They were small bumps that normally would not have been very noticeable except these bumps were moving and wiggling. “What do you have in your pockets Mr. Thoggendrinker?" The Princess asked inquisitively. His head noticeably bobbled as she asked her question. His nostrils then flared slightly, and his eyes widened, and his face reddened. "My pockets? My pockets, young Princess?" His voice became a bit troubled. "Why would you think there was anything in my pockets?" His eyes scanned back and forth, and his fingers wiggled nervously. Before she could answer, he continued. "My name is Daggentholley. Daggentholley Drinkwater, young Princess. NOT Mr. Thoggendrinker.” The Princess tipped her head forward and peered more closely at his outer jacket. The bumps were definitely moving. “Something in your pocket is moving Mr. Drinkentholler." The Princess's eyes were fixated on his pockets when suddenly the head of a Mootie quickly popped out of the top of his pocket cuff and looked both ways before staring directly at the Princess. A Mootie is much like a mouse but far cuter. They have big round eyes, large, soft, furry ears, and absolutely no teeth. Mooties did not need teeth because they feasted on the sap that flowed out of the bottom of the Dufflebury trees. They had orange and purple fur on their bodies and tiny little legs with soft round pads allowing them to scamper quietly from tree to tree sucking up the dripping sap. Everyone loved watching Mooties. After feasting on Dufflebury tree sap, they would roll over and contentedly make a quiet, rhythmic, melodic noise that sounded like, "moo-tee-tee, moo-tee-tee, moo-tee-tee." Of course, when they were not content they still made a quiet, rhythmic, melodic noise that sounded like, "moo-tee-tee, moo-tee-tee, moo-tee-tee." Sometimes it was a bit difficult to tell if they were content or not. You sort of had to guess. No one in the kingdom remembers why they were called Mooties. They just were.