We knew no better in our ignorant youth. Ruled by a selfish and conceited monarch, we toiled arduously, day in and day out. With no contemplation of benefit for ourselves, our aim was simply to amass golden treasure for her palace.
I donít understand why we didnít think to rebel earlier. Perhaps it was the all-pervading lavender essence that lulled us into passivity.
Destiny finally dictated that we should throw off the invisible bonds that had held us in drudgery during those days of despair. Two of my sisters met with me early that day in the garden. The ABC girls they called us. A for Amy, B for myself, Beatrice, and C for Celia. As it did every day, the sun rose above the crimson mountains to the east, bathing us in its warmth, but unlike other days, the cool breeze carried a strange and exotic scent. It called us towards a new and exciting life beyond the borders of that regal tyrantís kingdom.
After hours of deliberation, the decision was made. I am the natural leader but Amy and Celia would take senior positions in the new empire. We ABC girls hang together.
Returning to the palace, we surreptitiously spread the word amongst those likely to be sympathetic to our cause. While the queen was otherwise engaged, the braver amongst our number left the safety and security of the limiting borders of her purple empire.
We travelled far that day but finally located our new home. The sun was setting as we arrived. Apart from the rosy sunset, of colour, there was very little. The dominant hue in this land was a simple crisp, clean white.
Liberation! No more would we be menial workers in the Land of Lavender. No. more would we be surrounded by that purple haze which made me puke.
I rule my subjects wisely. Under the wise leadership of Amy and Celia, the workers spend their days out in the purity of the white kingdom. I, however, remain in the palace, keeping my realm in order, enjoying the best the new kingdom has to offer. Let it not be said, however, that I take the easy road. No. My days are filled with mothering multitudes of little ones.
We ABC girls stick together. Amy and Celia have senior positions in the court. The responsibility for the welfare of my people, however, ultimately rests on my shoulders. You see, I am Beatrice, ruler of the pear orchard.