While the sun and all of god’s creatures were still sleeping, my children and I woke up early last Sunday morning. Like mindless little zombies, we got into our medieval garb. My daughter and I wore our white chemise, black bodices, and long cotton skirts that dragged on the floor. As my son got dressed, he began to look like someone out of the movie, Robin Hood. We piled into my metallic motorized carriage and picked up my sister from our fair Mother’s house. My sister was dressed as a medieval elf.
We had traveled past several other kingdoms and our stomachs did not growl until the sun began to rise, ever so slightly in the distant horizon. On the way to Cadbury, we stopped at a local eatery, called Sonic. A magical voice from a strange pictured box asked us for our order. I spoke to it and gave our order to the polite young wench. I was in dire need for caffeine, so I ordered a coffee latte along with whatever my kids and sister desired. We waited twenty agonizing minutes for our small order. When we finally received the peasant sized feast, I looked down at my ¾ full cup of coffee, which only had a small dollop of whip cream. Without hesitation, I laughingly asked the poor young serving wench if she had sipped my drink before it came and was it good? My sister was taken aback by my bold statement and was slightly embarrassed. The girl very sweetly informed me that no one drank my drink but the whip cream simply melted.
We had traveled past several other kingdoms and our stomachs did not growl until the sun began to rise, ever so slightly in the distant horizon. On the way to Cadbury, we stopped at a local eatery, called Sonic. A magical voice from a strange pictured box asked us for our order. I spoke to it and gave our order to the polite young wench. I was in dire need for caffeine, so I ordered a coffee latte along with whatever my kids and sister desired. We waited twenty agonizing minutes for our small order. When we finally received the peasant sized feast, I looked down at my ¾ full cup of coffee, which only had a small dollop of whip cream. Without hesitation, I laughingly asked the poor young serving wench if she had sipped my drink before it came and was it good? My sister was taken aback by my bold statement and was slightly embarrassed. The girl very sweetly informed me that no one drank my drink but the whip cream simply melted.
We got to Cadbury and the Festival was already underway. Once we paid the toll- keeper, we came across some gypsies and was mesmerized by their dancing and death- defining performances. The kingdom was flooded with scores of travelers from many different kingdoms. Luckily, the pirates were not in their usual unruly selves. While at the festival, we were able to watch some plays, and visited many shops. We were all graced by the presence of the King and Queen of Cadbury. Before the day came to an end, my son was enlisted in the Kings Army in order to defend the kingdom against barbarians. Thankfully, my son came back to me with all his limbs intact. After this, we traveled back to our own little village and left Cadbury with wonderful memories of the Kansas City Renaissance festival.
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