As the buggy makes its way the servants know to return to their respective chores. And like any other day I tell my chauffeur to stop the buggy for a moment so I may determine if they have gone back to work speedily. If not, I would turn the buggy around and belabor them on the fundamentals of hard work. Although there is not much expectation that they might know better. Enough of all this. The servants are all where they need to be so I may leave and go about my business. It is often interesting to watch as we leave my home as it is becoming smaller and smaller in the distance until the mansion looks like a white leaf in a sea of ocean green.
Of course, the town to the North of it can also be seen down the hill but does not carry the same splendor as that of my own mansion. A most attractive scene as the sun beams in from the east and so I always find my self pleased to sit upon the western side of the chariot so as to not cast too much sun upon my eyes which would never do. My servants which should be of no surprise my reader, would normally have pulled the red silky material to cover these chariot openings, but they seemed to have forgotten. Idiots! It is a menial task so I shall not force myself to such an assignment but will call to the chauffeur as of now and soon reprimand him.
DO YOU NOT READ WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH?
Upon inspection and the repairing of said situation we are off again. Such a wonderful delight.
The material that surrounds my exterior is formed from the furs of the greatest of all creatures. I have heard many of these creatures are no longer in existence although they did meet a very exuberant end. What other existence would they have if they did not give up their soft, precious fur to caress my skin? You may have never heard of such furs or have seen them for that matter, but they are quite beautiful. They are grey but dyed a reddish color to match the rest of the chariot with gold tassel that line the seats. So delicate and fine. But yes, we are nearing our destination and soon I will tell you about the factory that I am now about to visit.
Prepare yourself because I am sure you know nothing of such greatness, of wonder, and exquisiteness. Such absolute splendor! I am not speaking of myself although those words would suit my demeanor quite nicely. A matter of fact, the women who serve me day and night within my mansion often tell me so. It is a blessing to have such honest help, despite their folly and it is not in my belief that they would be dishonest about such things. If it were so they would be fired upon conclusion of my word and sent with branding to beyond the wall. Privileged are those who work under my careful eye. Many would desire greatly to work under someone such as myself. And besides, servants are such like the water I drink. There are always in abundance.
I often wonder if they should erect a statue of myself in my honor. Would it not be bravura if I were to have all my servants sing songs of me? Of all the wonderful things I have done for this country. And for this community. Every morning and every night they would sing songs regarding all the great and amazing things I have done and have accomplished. At least then they would actually deserve the munificent pay I have given them although all undeserving. Those lazy nincompoops.
I shall not waste any more ink on unimportant matters. Let's move on to something most spectacular. Speaking of the spectacular, let us speak of this chariot factory I know own. The factory has been created from a most precious steel material. It lies behind a heavily painted cement wall that is guarded by dobermans and men with guns. If it were for me to have sympathy for some, I would have felt troubled for the trespassers of times past. I do not believe anyone has tried to enter the vicinity as of recent, but I still worry at times of theft of our gifted manufacturing. The factory is adjacent to what used to be a growing, populous treeline where we have found our best lumber. It is much easier than paying another to cut and send their own inferior saplings. The forest is quite large if you can imagine but may run out of its resources soon. It may be in my own best interest to acquire another source of lumber and build some other business upon the abyss that was once this forest.
I suppose that many may begin to use other forms of movement instead once they are cheaper to acquire such as metals instead of lumber for other vehicles. Once these trees are extinct. At that point we shall make our vehicles from the mines near the farm. The farmland is in my father's name for when my grandfather died the will allowed for my father to obtain most everything. My father is generous. He has allowed his family members like that of my uncle to remain on the farmland where they could make a living.
Something I shall not do for my uncles' dishonorable children. If it were up to me, and it shall be one day, I would have them pay an exuberant amount of money to remain on the land and tax them so ferociously, it would be as if a great storm of locusts had swarmed their very gardens and eaten their crops. They would have no choice but to bow before me and beg of all the very necessities of life they required. It would not affect my conscious if they were to starve and rid my very being of all things unworthy of this earth's presence. And mine!
Another thing which has happened to slip my mind as its importance is not to me like that of this beautiful factory. I do not believe we have mentioned, as of yet, is that very truth that we own mines with precious metals in abundance. In search of acquiring more wealth my father came upon the tell-tale signs of a place where we could procure metals to be used for our own business ventures. Unbeknownst to him he also incidentally bought a piece of land filled with metals used to build our factory. Some believe it was luck, but I believe my father, mother and I all have a unique gift when it comes to business. Why else would we be so rich?
I am now still in the buggy, in my beautiful chariot that stands here before the gates as I wait for my chauffeur to open the swinging door so I may escape into luxury. As I am not within the gates of this beautiful edifice, I will not tell you of what it looks like. I would rather write upon this precious journey so you may know what I know, to see what I see through these beautiful, colored orbs upon my countenance. The beautiful, most elegant windows to my soul.
It is a phenomenal sight as the sun still shines with a most deafening glare and up ahead my chauffeur seems to have taken the horses elsewhere. It is good for them to be fed and watered as needed as most horses do, I suppose. I would not wish for them to die earlier than required. To remove myself from my home, and journey to the farms to buy new ones would be a task deemed greatly undesirable. I wish not to leave to see my cousins so early and I know, as I have told you I would see them but in due time. Nevertheless, all life experience should be according to my plan and any changes will cause those who have caused the alteration of what I envisioned to be punished for their insolence.
I should send them a letter and see how they are doing in the meantime, as being kind will gain what is needed. A letter that speaks of how splendid my current life is, but that may cause them to act awfully sour. It would be such a joy to see them scowl reading my letter and imagining myself in my prince like clothing, crowned with a golden robe and the finest of silk and mink fur. I guess at some point it shall be to my benefit to see these family members and visit them. It may be polite to grace them with my presence along with said letter. Divine would be my heart to see their own suffering and my own glory.
Now my chauffeur or butler, whatever he shall be called is opening the flap for me and I am a about to step into the brightness of the sun. As per usual he retrieves some sort of large covering for my shade. It is abnormally warm outside and by the sweat on his brow it is obvious that heat does not seem to agree with him. A tragedy. One that I do not wish to endure myself. I would say he is my favorite of the help as he often does exactly what is needed. Unlike the other lazy good for nothings who are currently employed within my charming abode. I am not saying however that he is perfect in any way. Far from it as perfection cannot be reached by that of a servant.
My beloved servant who wears his black suit and the white tuft down the middle often is imperfect in his dealings with me. He is the most efficient that we have but I do believe that he, or another can do better than what he currently does at this moment in time. I however am always at tiptop shape and do not recall ever being a cause for blunders. I would guess most others do struggle in their pursuit of perfection that may even in occasion be a struggle for my own kin. But I never have to my knowledge done anything that was incorrect. I am a much better example of what and how a human being should behave...
WOULD YOU NOT AGREE?
As I step within the boundaries of this fine-looking steel construction not one person turns their view from their most important task. A few have gone by, possibly looking forward to their dinner who wave and say hello but will continue to work as if I was not there. I do believe this is for the better. I would not have it any other way. Creating these buggies is not an easy feat and one cannot take one's eye off what he is doing in the moment. It would be very inconvenient for one of these men to slip and induce a loss for the business. My father is more lenient with these happenings. I for one am not and my father is not here. It would be better for one to die than to cause a loss upon my ventures.