Reagan & Zadie: After The Fox Hunt

Lincolnshire, England—The rain had cleared and the dogs were exhausted. It had been a frustrating fox hunt and the sisters-in-laws, Reagan and Zadie were also quite fatigued and grungy after riding all day through the muddy Lincolnshire countryside. The hunt was made especially frustrating by the fact fox hunting had been banned since 2003 in Great Britain, but traditions being what they are in a country that endows untold riches upon a pretend magic family—the women dutifully chased ghosts all day long.

 At the conclusion of the sham hunt with the sun finally breaking through Reagan and Zadie dismounted from their steeds and began to walk side by side toward the stables. They moved at a comfortable pace occasionally looking at each other and smiling as they walked.

“William and I have so missed you and Harry since you’ve stepped back,” Zadie said looking at the ground.

“And us you. Little Archie is desperate for his Aunt Zadie.”

They handed off their horses to their Irish attendants and lingered for a moment, the light from the fading sun dancing across their lovely faces. 

“Are you celebrating Valentine’s Day in America?” Zadie asked.

“Yes,” Reagan said with an impish grin. “We’re attending an event at George Clooney’s house. People in America are calling us the new Obamas. Supposedly, they’re going to throw loads of money at us.

“I’ve heard. I’m so envious—George Clooney.”

“And, you and William . . . how will you observe Valentine’s Day?”

“Oh, I imagine he’ll cover me in diamonds and such. Same old boring thing.”

Just then one of the Irish attendants emerged from the stable and reported to Princess Zadie that her steed was ready to be brushed out. 

“Since when do you brush out your own horse?” 

“Oh I don’t know. I’ve been reading some Marianne Williamson and have been feeling quite empowered. I have a glass of wine and work out all of Polly’s kinks. It’s so therapeutic and Polly loves it. You must join me.”

“Oh I would, but Harry needs me to attend some Cayman Island banking seminar in the morning and I’m dreadfully tired.”

“Never-you-mind. You must join me. I insist.” Turning to the attendant she said, “Sean, a glass of chardonnay for my sister.”

A moment later they were standing in the muted light of the roomy stall with straw beneath their riding boots and Reagan asked, as she vigorously brushed out Polly’s barrel, “Do you ever get used to the smell?”

Zadie was working the opposite side of the horse said, “Oh yes, with a bit of time it goes from rancid to tolerably rancid” 

The two sisters laughed, then sipped from their chardonnay and moved toward the rear end or gaskin of the horse. It was there that Zadie noticed some spots on Reagan’s riding pants.

“Oh dear, your posterior is all mucky.”

“I beg your pardon, ” Reagan laughed. Her head light from the wine. 

“No, no . . . just a few spots from the ride. Let’s see if I can loosen it up,” she said, setting her brush on the stall ledge with her wine.

She came over and the moment she placed her slender fingers on the soiled area Reagan involuntarily gasped, which in turn, sent shivers up Zadie’s spine. As Zadie gently worked the area Reagan began to pant slightly. Zadie moved her free hand to Reagan’s hip and pulled her posterior up against her mid-section. In that position she could smell the intoxicating aroma of Reagan’s lustrous black hair. Still holding her hip she slowly moved her free hand up to the small of her back and then gradually inched upward as Reagan’s panting became more acute.

“You’re so tense dear,” Zadie whispered as she caressed her sister-in-law’s back. Proceeding, as Reagan breathing became more hurried she said, “The silly tabloids reports of a feud between us—I could never feud with you. You’ve been the most welcome addition to this dreary family.”

Just then, above the panting Zadie heard footsteps and without looking up said, as she continued to hold Regan’s body close while massaging her back, “Sean, we’ve enough wine. That will be all.”

But the footsteps continued, “Sean,” Zadie said growing irritated. 

Suddenly the footsteps stopped and the man at the stall opening said, “I’m not Sean. I’m Harry.”

By Harry Windsor.

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Buffalo, NY—P.A. Kane, author and publisher of the satire website Buffalo Mud has confirmed that he recently met and interviewed, Prince Harry-  the former Henry Charles Albert David- Duke of Sussex or as he refers to himself now, Harry Windsor.  

Kane thought someone was just trying to be funny when Prince Harry’s resume showed up in his inbox just after Christmas. But soon after the announcement was made that he and wife Meghan Markle would to step back from their royal responsibilities Kane received a follow up call from Windsor inquiring about a position. Still thinking this was a joke, Kane made the appointment, but told Winsor, or the person claiming to be Windsor, not to show up without a double-double from Timmy Ho’s. And, on the appointed time and day Windsor showed up at Buffalo Mud headquarters with the double-double.

After settling in the first question Kane asked was the most obvious—”Why Buffalo Mud?”

Windsor: “Well, since we’ve decided to step back, we’ve decided to step way back and you can’t much further back than Buffalo Mud, can you?

While Kane was not thrilled with the answer, he did grudgingly have to acknowledge that it was a fair point. He continued—”So you see growth opportunities with Buffalo Mud?”

Windsor: “No, not really. I always imagined myself as the funny brother, you know. I thought I could come to this little outpost and work on my skills and if I poo the bed, no one would know.”

“It’s shit,” Kane said. “It’s shit the bed, not poo the bed. This is America—we shit the bed- not poo the bed. Not exactly John Cleese are you?”

“Who?”

“John Cleese . . . Eric Idle . . . Terry Jones— Monty Python. You know, Life of Brian . . . The Holy Grail. The British comedy troupe,” Kane explained with a certain amount of exasperation.

“Oh right,” Winsor replied. “The old stuff. I like Russell Brand.”

“Russell Brand?” Kane asked incredulously

Kane looked up Windor’s Wikipedia page and instantly saw nobody ever accused him of being smart, which would explain the Russell Brand thing. He also saw that he was involved in a cheating scandal at Eton College to which Windsor responded, “That was never proven.” 

When asked if he had any writing samples he produced a notebook of dreams which contained dozens of scenarios where his wife, Meghan Markle and his sister-in-law, Kate Middleton are on the verge of intimacy. Stuff at fox hunts, stuff in tiaras, stuff where Windsor was the possible facilitator between the two women. None of it was funny or even sexy, but Kane hired him anyway. 

The position he signed him up for was Senior Mud Contributor, the same position occupied by David P. Zach. This only seemed fair since Zach wasn’t really funny either, but was convicted of a cheating scandal in college and also loved Russell Brand.

Windsor’s first piece: Reagan & Zatie: The Fox Hunt, will debut on Valentine’s Day.

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