Once upon a time there was a wall.
It was a big wall. Strong and tall, but wicked and incredibly
annoying to the queen who had to look at it every day
and lament the wall and its innate ability to
dwarf every piece of art she could hang on it.
Along came the fair duchess of South Dallas
(sorry Jana it's my story so I get to be the queen)
proclaiming news of an auction.
An auction she guaranteed to be the source of the art
that would prove to be more powerful that the wicked wall.
And so the queen browsed the parchment
provided by the auction company until she found the piece
that would be worth traveling to another kingdom for...
The queen knew that it would not hang on the wall, but she could not
be deterred...It was after all an early 19th century bathtub and the hope
was that there would be some other piece that would prove the duchess right.
And there was much to behold
The queen quickly found her favorite.
A set of carved doors from India that in all of their enormity
just might prove to be the force that would prevail over the wicked wall
and did I tell you that they were purple!
The bidding was frenzied and the queen was nearing
the end of her royal budget when the auctioneer declared her
There was much rejoicing
even after the queen realized that she didn't remember what she had
just agreed to pay for the fabulous purple doors.
Then the lovely princess danced
as the prince detailed for her how to cast a bronze sculpture
and what exactly he would make if the queen would
just get busy and build him a forge in the castle.
The duchess of South Dallas found a piece that made her very happy.
And everything was loaded up for the return to the kingdom
but that's a story for another day.
The doors were the perfect size to tame the wicked wall who was never heard from again.
And they all lived Happily Ever After.
With giant purple doors forever.