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The Smallest Carbon Footprint in the Land

& other eco-tales

The Smallest Carbon Footprint in the Land by Anne Morgan
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In Anne Morgan's delightful collection of organically-grown eco-tales, a prince wants to marry the young woman with the smallest carbon footprint in the land; Space Cadet Lox finds out why a planet is like a bowl of porridge; a girl in a little green hoodie tries to save an endangered wolf; and Chicken Licken warns the sea is rising. Times have certainly changed in Fairytale Land!
IP (Interactive Publications); March 2013
80 pages; ISBN 9781922120243
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Title: The Smallest Carbon Footprint in the Land
Author: Anne Morgan; Gay McKinnon

"Chapter One: The Smallest Carbon Footprint in the Land"

Once upon a royal vegetable garden, a slightly grubby prince was planting cabbage seedlings. He looked up to see the King and Queen standing on a mound of soil he had just weeded.

‘Errr hemm, Jamie, my boy ...’ the King began.

Prince Jamie felt annoyed with his parents for plodding their royal footwear through his newly-dug vegie patch.

‘Yes, Father?’ he said, trying to remain as calm and polite as possible, under such trying circumstances.

‘Your mother and I have been concerned about your behaviour lately,’ said the King.

Jamie wiped his brow with the moth-eaten sleeve of his jacket. He could not understand his parents. He used to be like all the other young princes he knew - sleeping in all day, partying at nightclubs and smashing the cameras of press photographers who annoyed him. But lately he had been going to bed at sunset, getting up at dawn and spending his days gardening. So what was wrong with that behaviour?

‘What your father is trying to say,’ the Queen interjected, ‘is that you have been spending far too much time grubbing around in the soil lately, instead of getting out and about and performing your royal duty.’

Now Jamie was even more perplexed. A few months ago the Queen had told him he was no longer required to give speeches for the openings of new schools, hospitals and bridges. This was because, since he had taken up gardening, he always looked so scruffy.

The King cleared his throat. ‘Herhem, what your mother is trying to say, my boy, is that it’s high time we had a royal grandchild. How will you ever find a princess to marry if you spend all your time in the palace vegetable garden?’

Jamie did not like the direction this conversation was taking. He had never met a princess who had the slightest interest in getting dirt under her manicured fingernails.

The Queen tightened the bow of her lips into a tight little smile. ‘So, Jamie, next month your father and I are going to host a gala ball in your honour. We shall invite every unmarried princess in the world, and a few carefully chosen noblemen to make up the numbers. And you are going to scrub up so well, my boy, that the eyes of every princess will be upon you. All you need do is pick one of them to be your wife.’