Pennyfarthing bicycles were elegantly ridden across the street. Streetlamps and the occasional passerby. Charles Augustus Louis was a dignified high class koala. He scowled at his pocket watch. He tapped his foot impatiently. At half past eight sharp a carriage arrived. Covered in shiny black paint. A nervous young tiger stuttered . “Sir, the ff-Foxingham palace guards will rrr-recognise you on arrival so no need-.” Charles grumpily slammed the door on the footman.He fixed his monocle and shined his shoes- he would need that most definitely. Opening a book he read for the rest of the journey. When he arrived to the palace gates he saw the guards. They were tall and imposing grizzly bears. Huge helmets sat neatly on their chins. They wore a red uniform and proudly stood at their posts. Charles shuddered and winced at the thought of them.Queen Foxitoria was sipping tea when he arrived. “Good evening Charles.” He gulped and quickly did a little bow. “Your Majesty.” He muttered under his breath.Sweat bloomed on his back.One small embarrassment, one slip in his manners.Could cost him his career as prime minister.

“Your majesty, may umm I ask why you called me.” Charles nervously looked up from his shoes. “Precisely, you see… there is a cold war going ” He went into panic. Why didn’t he pick up on this!?He shouldn't have spent that much time on his personal collection of the latestTortolocks Holmes books.
The Queen continued,“the peace between Mammalia and Reptilia has been disturbed by an unknown thing.They are blaming US! Prime Minister Charles please I urge you.” At this point he was sweating handfulls of cold sweat. The peace between Mammalia and Reptilia was always uneasy. A full-scale war could be on his hand!Of course...the reptilians were barbarians in the north. They had no sense of morals.He reassured himself. Of course that was a elaborate plot from Reptilia.