Benny finished his breakfast-in-bed and decided it was time to get up and go to the infirmary to see how Ron was getting on. Benny hoped he was feeling fine and that they could go home. It was nice living a life of luxury and everything, biut he was feeling a little homesick for the peaceful autonomy of the Soup Shack (apart from lunchtimes), and the pleasure of patrolling the Chilly Peaks as a part-time Mountain Policebirdforce Officer.
He got out of bed and pulled the golden rope with the purple velvet tassle on the end to call the footman, but he must have pulled a little too hard because the rope snapped back and pulled him off the floor. He bounced off the canopy of the four-poster nest bed, grabbing one of the posts to try to break his fall. The post broke away and the nest bed collapsed. The breakfast tray and all the plates and pots on it fell to the floor. The rope, still in Benny’s hand caught the magic lantern and sent that crashing to the floor and Benny landed in the jacuzzi and splashed water and bubbles all over the antique carpet. The door of the mini-bar sprung open and the miniature bottles of vodka and liquers all toppled out onto the floor.
The door of the suite opened. Benny thought it was the footman.
“I hope you had a pleasant night’s slee..... Freezing fish balls! What’s going on?!” It was the Emperor.
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