It was time to weigh the queen; an annual event she absolutely hated, because it usually involved needles which were somehow not the worst part of it all.
Despite her protests, she'd be tossed in a carriage that didn't meet her standards and growled at the whole voyage. She would deploy her saddest, most imploring plea, but all that achieved was pity, not freedom.
One thing she always forgot was the treat at dinner.
Tuna gravy on kibble!