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41 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Isqueel Again
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Thu 04 Jun 15
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"Sho, Squiglet." said King Squiggle, sipping a beetroot tea. As you may remember, the original Squeewee was now king, as he was no longer daft. Therefore, he had changed his name to Squiggle.

As it happens, all Squeebrew princes are named Squeewee if male, and Squeewette if female, until they become King or Queen. So, you can't really go around saying Squeewee XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXIV can you?

Unless, of course, you are talking about King Squiggles 575 clones.

Anyway, back to the subject. Squiggle and Squiglet were sat at the top of the tower. Keeping with traditions of humility, King Squiggle sat on the floor whilst Squiglet enjoyed the throne.

"Itsh vewwy nise up here, Squiggle..." murmured Squiglet, gazing into the distant Isqueel valleys. Houses littered the fields, and boats lined the shore. They were currently on top of a 7 foot mountain, which, as the island was only about 2 miles wide and long, was plenty enough to see almost everything.

Squiglet sipped his lemon meringue tea. He always loved that speciality blend that was a trademark of the modern Isqueel. A lot had changed since he was born here. Now, a huge tower seemingly only composed of dominos stretched into the sky, with a long slender tip.

This was floating on an artificial island off Isqueel. It was a lightning tower, designed to capture the electricity of lightning and store it in batteries, which then powered Isqueels electricity.

There is only 1 computer in Isqueel, in the royal palace. All Squeebrews are allowed a go, however. All 2,100 of them.

But now there are street lamps, and ovens. However, the street lamps only came on in the day, as Squiggle didn't like the idea of the batteries running out in the night when there was people walking.

But despite this thought, crime had never happened even once in Isqueel. Ever. They simply respected each other much, and cheesecake in copious amount tended to pacify them.

So life was still happy. But everyone still walked everywhere. Not even cycles, skateboards or skates existed. All simply chatted. Life didn't rush.

This might be to do with the recent partnership with Portugal and Greece, two of the most laid-back countries in the world. Therefore, now several languages roamed the streets of Isqueel; Squeebrew, Turkish, Russian, Greek and Portuguese. Quite a sound for sore ears!

And there was Squiggle and Squiglet, looking out into the valleys, 4 o clock, and it looked barely different. Apart from the new oven in the background, making Cheesecakes in half the time!

Squiglet sighed.

Squiggle sighed.

"You know, Squiglet," started Squiggle, "I short of miss being cawwed Squeewee." He glanced over to Squiglet.

"Weww, I kind of missh cawwing you Squeewee." replied Squiglet.

"Weww, Why don't you call me Squeewee... you know, when it's jusht ush?" whispered Squiggle.

"Thankyou Squeewee. Thanksh." said Squiglet, gazing out.

As they finished their conversation, two servants came up the stairs with a sleeping bag each. King Squiggle saluted them, and the bags were spread. Climbing in with a cocoa each, Squiggle and Squiglet grabbed a pile of flipbooks, and began to watch.

And so, Isqueel is no longer disconnected from society. But it is still a society of it's own.

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