Conductor and Queen

On the shore of the ocean, where FeFuFyFa rinses her wee paws, there's a castle made of shells and sand. This castle is home to a beautiful queen. She's transparent, like a sea tear, and her eyes are dark blue, like a stormy sky. She wears dresses made of sea salt and a crown made of bottle glass. And her name is Queen Jel. Queen Jel is a very capricious queen. She likes everything to be "her way" and "mine is the same." She also loves to listen to the music of the winds and loves to dance. And every time the winds begin to sing, the queen sways her transparent body to the beat of their melodies, unmistakably guessing the rhythm.

Queen Jel has courtiers, so she believes. The queen chooses not just anyone but everyone as courtiers. For example, she appointed Whale as an admiral of the royal fleet and FeFuFyFa as a "special confidant", whatever that means. But Whale and his lover usually don't pay attention to Queen Jel because they don't even know about her existence. The queen crawls out of her castle only at night, when everyone is asleep. And all because she's timid. But there's someone who knows everything about the queen because he never sleeps.

There's an enormous mill on a high hill. In that mill, Darty lives. He's very weird. Darty has big eyes, a long tail, and scary teeth. He's thick and clumsy, like a sack of grain. But at night, everything in him changes. Not outside, but inside. Balancing with difficulty on his short legs, his teeth chattering in horror, he climbs onto the wooden blades of the mill and runs and jumps on them, greatly risking his tail. This is how Darty creates the wind. Darty thinks he's doing it. When the wind blows, Queen Jel dances. Oh, how beautifully her transparent body is spinning. And then Darty forgets about everything. He clings to the mill blade with his tail and rotates and rotates along with the mill, swaying in the wind.

Darty can't hear the music to which Jel dances with his ears, but his eyes are immense, and he admires his queen. Jerking his short legs, he imagines himself as a court conductor. And on the sand, listening to the songs of the wind, Queen Jel moves smoothly in her incredible dance. Sometimes, she casts timid glances towards the hill. She knows: high, high, where the eerie mill blades rotate, a splendid and brave conductor creates music. "He's the greatest of musicians", Jel thinks. It can't be otherwise because he serves the queen herself. And the winds sing.