Now this isn’t your typical “story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer that barely kept his family fed . . . . “ No, this medal tells the story of family discourse – a Royal Family discourse. Here we have The Queen, as evidenced by her crown. The Queen has obviously left the castle under duress, in the middle of the night – she’s wearing her negligee, her bags are packed, and she’s sitting on the dock of the bay. She didn’t even bother to say “goodbye” to his royal highness given the fact this scene is depicted under the dark of night. Only a single star lights her way. . . . . . The Queen looks like she’s pondering – which to take – to get the greatest distance from the King. It looks like she is favoring “the other side of the pond” as she sits facing the Galleon, her back to the Train. She is even taking her “honey-do list” with her, emasculating his royal highness as evidenced by the HAMMER & ANVIL in HER possession. . . . . . . Looks like bachelor days ahead for the King . . . . . . The King? Well, he obviously gets the shaft – the eyed-winged hand waving "so long" from the pole. (Which finger does she have to her chin again . . . . ?) The Queen in this story can’t be bothered, she has a decision to make . . . . . . . . Z
"Let's see, I'll need my sunscreen, flip-flops, my toothbrush, an anvil, a big metal gear, some deodorant, a hammer, ...."
