THE PRINCE AND THE KUPPIES by G. Foutoux PUBLISHED TODAY BY AMAZON KINDLE BOOKS

THE PRINCE AND THE KUPPIES is now available on Amazon Kindle Books.

A Russian aristocrat crosses his Dalmatian dog, Lenin with his Siamese cat Ming and gets Kuppie which still climb up the curtains and cause havoc in his Chateau.  Full colour illustrations suitable for children and adults.

Lenin by G. Foutoux
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THE PRINCE AND THE KUPPIES BY G. FOUTOUX - PUBLICATION IMMINENT ON KINDLE

THE PRINCE AND THE KUPPIES - a fully colour illustrated Amazon Kindle e book will be published in the

 next few days.  Every page has a colour illustration.  Only 99 pence or 1 Euro - follow Lenin the Dalmatian and his eccentric master Prince Volonski.  Kuppies is now a world-wide sensation - be the first to download the e-book.


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THE PRINCESS AND THE BURNING MARTYRS

The Princess and the Burning Martyrs by Foutoux
From "Foutoux's Foolish Fairy Tales" Copyright L.Ivison 2013

The Princess was in her tower.  Blue silk fell from her coned hat and fluttered slightly in the air coming from the open window.  As usual the Princess was studying -  she was a Princess  who was beautiful both inside and outside, who wanted to know as much about a world beyond  the Palace walls as she possibly could.  She sighed, placed the book on her knee and looked outside into the gardens.  How sad, she reflected, that the spring blossom should fall so quickly - why it had only been two weeks since it had first bloomed.   She looked  at the Maid in Waiting who was sewing a fine tapestry.  Suddenly the Princess stood up and shouting  "Countess Petronski, can you smell what I can."  The Countess nodded.  Anger pushed the Princess to her feet and she ran down the stone staircase out into the brilliant sunshine.  Pulling up her skirts she showed pink satin shoes, ran through the falling blossom and reached her father's study in five minutes.  Prince Tolvishni, an idle man in his 50's, was a supreme delegator.  Thus he could spend his days flicking through old parchments, pacing up and down waiting for his next  meal.  Gluttony was his deadly sin.  At that moment he was anticipating lunch, salivating at the prospect of game, pheasant, turkey in fact any number of delicacies that his French chef would have waiting for him in the Grand Hall.  The Princess burst in on her father:

"Papa, You've done it again"

"Done what, my darling?.  The Prince was a fond father.

"You're burning martyrs again Papa".

"But my sweetest darling, they disobeyed me.  What possible choice did I have."

"Papa - it's just not good enough.  Others have the right to think differently from us.   You really must stop it Papa - it goes against all my beliefs."  And the Princess began to cry.  Now, the Prince, like a lot  (although perhaps not all ) tyrants was very kind to his children and couldn't bear to see his favourite daughter cry.

"Come come, my dear" he said "Very well, message received loud and clear.  No more burning martyrs.  Now let's go and eat."

The father and daughter crossed the vast galleries and went into the dining room where his wife Princess M. was already seated.  There was an entree of foie gras rolled in chocolate power and the King's eyes watered with delight and the delicacy left a trace of chocolate power around his lips.  The Queen savoured the liquorice sorbet and the Princess, moderate in all things, ate daintily with her fingers.

The King was persuaded of the error of his ways by his righteous daughter and felt happier than he had done for some time.  He had a sneaking conviction that he may have himself been saved from a very large after-life bonfire.

Foutoux

From "Foutoux's Foolish Fairy Tales" - to be published with "The Prince and the Kuppies" by Kindle in June 2013.

PRINCE MOROWSKI'S GROUNDS

Prince Morowski' Grounds from "The Prince and the Kuppies" by Foutoux
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PRINCESS PETROVSKI GROWS UP

Summer Arrives in Prince Petrovski's Gardens by Foutoux
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Summer was a coming in.  In fact, it had come in.  The struggle between Spring and Summer was over and summer was the victor.  Gone the half-clad branches, the hundred varieties of green, the buds, the cherry blossom - the great fanfare of summer had arrived with the buttercups, the chestnut trees with their strange blooms, the rhodedendrons and the Goddess of all flowers - the Iris in its glorious mauves and yellows.  The sun had not yet been hot enough to burn the grass, the wind had not yet blown hard enough to burn the leaves.  No, here was a perfect display of Summer's wares, a promise of hot days to come, an adieu to frost and snow, a momentary truce.

Princess Petrovski grows into a beautiful Woman by Foutoux
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None of this was noticed by Princess Maria who having just turned l5, and saw the world from one perspective - her own, an inner world of turmoil, conflict and rebellion which destabilized her gentle father Prince Petrovski  and perplexed her kind mother.  The child of 3 years ago with her charm and curiosity had transformed into a disagreeable creature but, nevertheless, as fresh as a summer's daisy, her skin as dewy as any spring morning and hair which tumbled in golden waves.

The gentle Prince, now in middle age became preoccupied by the virtuoso tantrums of his daughter who sulked and raged through the Palace.  He feared that as his only child his Principality which stretched for a thousand miles to the North and to the South in the Province of R. would be ruled by a tyrannical Princess and destroy the peace he and his father had spent generations building.  The only thing that subdued the Fury was the Princess's cat, Snowy, a kitten as round as a snowball with two violet eyes.  The kitten would sleep for hours in the Princess's arms, lie on her shoulders as she walked on the vast Palace lawns.  She yearned to leave the Palace, the endless gardens which so delighted her parents.

One evening, her father persuaded her to come with him for a walk in the gardens.  The disagreeable child agreed and as they walked through the avenue of beech trees, she pulled hard on a twig and snapped it off and immediately threw it to the ground stamping on the fresh green leaves.  Suddenly the Sun disappeared, and it began to rain in huge warm drops and the Prince and his daughter took shelter under an Oak Tree.  All the birds had stopped singing, and only the wind and the rain could now be heard.  A crack of lightening hit the tree they were standing under and set it alight.  The two, terrified ran back to the Palace.

From that day forward the Princess tiptoed around the Palace, spoke in courteous whispers to both her delighted parents and spent hours in the Palace Gardens, picking roses and tulips and lilacs to offer to her mother.


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THE LONELY PRINCE BY FOUTOUX

The Lonely Prince's Castle by Foutoux
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There once lived  a Russian Prince and Princess whose only child, a boy of 10, had no friends, and was taught by his Tutor in the Great Castle near L.  

It was a particularly cold Spring and  the daffodils were still in bud, the birds were silent  and the Prince played hop scotch in the Courtyard, jumping from leg to leg.   The child was heir to this Principality which spread for a thousand miles to the North, where the snow never melted and the sun didn't appear for months in the long arctic winters.  He liked to watch his breath coming out of his mouth as he jumped from square to square.  Suddenly, there was a noise behind him - it was Magnus the cook's ginger cat - a Tom Cat who ate under the table after the sumptuous feasts of his distant and cruel parents.  Magnus had grown fat and swayed as he walked but when the young Prince picked him up he began to purr - a loud, happy purr.  Magnus dribbled onto the child's coat - neglected and threadbare despite the enormous wealth of his parents.

Suddenly there was a scream coming from one of the high windows - "You're supposed to be working".

It was his tutor - a spidery man who never smiled.  Prince Pietro dropped the cat and, terrified, entered the castle, ran up the stone spiral stairwell until, breathless, he faced his enraged tutor who took him by the scruff of the neck, threw him down on his chair and began scolding him.  Each harsh word pierced the child's heart like an arrow and he began crying, quietly wiping away a tear.

The lesson began, while outside the sun had finally broken through for the first time that year dispersing the clouds.  It entered the classroom, showing the dust particles in the air.  The Tutor Monsier Dureski droned on and one and the child distracted by the light which fell on the flagstones and outlined the empty chairs daydreamed - he dreamed of escaping from this castle forever and never seeing his parents again.  A pigeon landed outside the window making cooing noises, and walked backwards and forwards, its head moving rhythmically.  The child wished he could fly like a bird but his dreams were suddenly broken by a ruler which came down on his knuckles and the Tutor screamed  "Amo, Amas, Amat".

Foutoux
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PRINCE VOLONSKI AND THE KUPPIES VISIT PRINCE MOROWSKI

Are you following "The Prince and the Cuppies"?  Here is an illustration of the next episode

Prince Volonski and the Kuppies Visit Prince Morowski by Foutoux
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Illustration: The King of the Butterflies by Foutoux

Here is today's illustration for a Fable I will post later today.

The King of the Butterflies by Foutoux
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The Peacock Princess by Foutoux

Here is my latest illustration for my new Fairy Story The Princess and the Peacock which will be published later this week.

The Peacock Princess meets the Prince by Foutoux
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Keep watching

The Crystal Princess

Hello,

I have just blogged this new Fairy Story under "The Crystal Princess".  Here is the first illustration

The Crystal Princess by Foutoux
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PRINCE VOLOVSI AND THE MOWLIES

Prince Volvski with Kuppie on his Lap by Foutoux
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Prince Volovski was in a good mood.  Sitting in front of the Great Hall Fire and pinned to the sofa by Penelope the Kuppie who was asleep on his lap, he reflected on his success with the Mowls - the crossed mole/owls who were enjoying their first sight of the world from the rapple trees (rose/apple trees).  He stroked his Kuppie and looked at the Trulips on the grand piano noticing how badly they drooped because the rose blooms were too heavy for the tulip stems.  "You win some, you lose some" he thought.

It was late March and the Prince stood up to look out of the window.  Spring with its soft light  was creeping over the towers and turrets,  and the sun was at this moment striking the rapple trees painting each twig as if with silver.   From inside the Chateau you couldn't feel the icy Siberian wind which had been battering the coast for the last two weeks.  Still, the red daffodils were still in bloom and his Crimson Neige rose was doing well.

With these reflections, he looked again at the rapple trees and noticed that there wasn't a single mowl in the branches.  Why, only yesterday there had been a dozen looking at the world with their large eyes inherited from their father Woody the Owl.  And then he realised with dismay that they had all fallen out of the tree and were lying on their backs. 

The Prince rushed out of the chateau and turning each Mowl over he noticed their disquieting habit of crying - large tears were pouring down their cheeks.    The young hybrids could see the world, could climb small trees but, the Prince realised, they had no sense of balance.  No sooner were they up a tree than they fell down again.

That night before the Great Hall Fire the Prince asked himself how could he give the Mowls a sense of balance?  Then he hit on an idea.  A neighbour Prince Moroski, a very difficult man, had opened his grounds to the public and had a splendid collection of exotic birds and monkeys................

See the next episode tomorrow.

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Kuppy - First Pictures

Kuppie -Ignatious by Foutoux.  All Rights Reserved L. Ivison Copyright 2013