Dusting Doors

Dusting Doors

The queen heard a noise. “ What’s that sound?” she asked. She ran to open the door.

Dirk tumbled into the Royal Bedroom. He was holding a feather duster. “ Dirk! ” cried the queen. “ What are you doing?” Dirk gulped. “ I was dusting doors. ”

The queen frowned. “ This isn’t dusting day. ” Dirk’s face turned red. “ I was just—”

“ Never mind, ” the king snapped. “ I have a terrible problem. You must fetch the royal wizard at once! ”

“ Drat! ” Dirk mumbled. He hurried off.