I was watching my dear maid, Anita, clean the floor of my bedroom from my throne, she had been doing it for more than twenty minutes, and she hadn't move an inch from the same ceramic ware where she started, so I asked her:
"Anita, darling, why haven't you moved out from that same ceramic ware where you started cleaning, don't you realize you have the entire bedroom left to clean?"
"I am sorry, your majesty, but this ceramic ware you speak of has an stain" said Anita with a calmed voice, but with a tic in her left eye, and when she returned to her duty, she murmured to herself "An stain, an stain, an stain..."
I didn't say no more, and left my throne to have a cup of tea with the duchess, and when I came back nor the stain, nor Anita were in my bedroom.
The end.
