TEST DRAFT 3 With LLaregub footnotes The Boy Who Shot Flimzy Bubbletrumpett- macbook 2

The girl on the gilded chair suddenly felt cold. Her name. To some people it might think it
cute and unusual. But she had lived with it all her life, to her her name was so embarrassing
stupid, so mindnumbingly dull, so very ordinary, so nothing. She hated her real name.
Desperately she searched for a name. A proud name, a royal name, a name to be respected, a
name to be said with pride for centuries to come. A name suitable for an Empress.
But all that came into her mind was a plastic toy she had seen in a shop window some weeks
before. A cheap shoddy trumpet that blew bubbles. Her mind was completely empty of all
other things. Time seemed to have come to a standstill.
James coughed politely.
But the picture was still there.*
Then without meaning to and unable to stop herself she blurted out,
is Flimzy Bubbletrumpet! My Name is Flimzy Bubbletrumpet!
And without trace of a smirk or snigger but in a clam commanding voice that echoed around
every corner and crevice of The Great Hall of the Palace of the Golden Moon, James
McQuarry pronounced,
I crown you Flimzy Bubbletrumpet, Empress of the World!
* A similar thing happened to me. I could not get the image and the words flimsy bubble
trumpet out of my mind. And then this story drifted in.
This is the original flimsy bubble trumpet.
The times when we blurt out something very stupid, something we had no intention of saying,
are some of the worst moments in our lives. Words spoken cannot be unspoken. There was no
changing it now. What needn't have happened did. 33 The moving finger had written her name
in the sand and all her tears could not wash it out. 34
The dreadful feeling of sick emptiness as all self-confidence and assurance drain away and
cold damp misery wells up in its place is one of the worst feelings of all. Trying to explain
! 34