They sometimes "yearned for freedom." Too well fed and cared for, too rid of dirt and debt, too flourishing, they "riz." Prosperity grew monotonous.
They even had the nerve to demand a "Constitution." The reigning Prince was what Yellowplush would call "a scientific gent." His son and heir, however, had not his head in the clouds, being in point of fact of the earth earthly, and, of consequence, more popular than his father.

He came down from the Castle on the hill to the marketplace in the town and says he: "What do you galoots want, anyhow ?" First, their "rights." Then a change in the commander-in-chief of the army, which had grown from six to sixteen.

Finally, a Board of Aldermen and a Common Council.
"Is that all ?" says his Royal Highness.

They said it was.

"Then," says he, "take it, mes enfants, and bless you!" So, all went well again.