There is not much worth sharing. There are many reasons Fawful looks to the happiness the future might hold, not what lies in the past.
The prince of Peasley is the epitome of water’s blandness. The length of what documentation I could write to elucidate one uneducated to his distilled banality would be equal to to the sum total volumes of Encyclopedia Bean Brittanica. To spare the world this prospective mountainous tome of vapidity is my greatest mercy to all creatures living. Perhaps all creatures of the not living variety as well. I have contempt.
As subordinate most prime to the ruler of your future, it is the pleasure of mine to make the acquaintance of you, who is surely humbly subservient to the combined majesty of the grand and royal variety that is belonging to us! Do you have questions? I HAVE ANSWERS!