The King of Britain: 1812

                I woke this morning in a sweat with a bad feeling about the day ahead. I considered telling my butler that I was sick but I second guessed myself. If I were to skip the bad feeling today I would have to face it the next. I guess do today what you are going to put off tomorrow.

                I put on my house coat and go downstairs for morning tea. My butler Hanes is standing there the tea already on the table with a side of my favourite crumpets. He always knew how to get me into a good mood.

                I get ready for the day, a routine every single morning, and then I walk downstairs to the board room. Immediately I am startled by a young man looking in his twenties looking like he has only been working for a few months. He ran up and in a very high register he screamed “YOUR MAJESTY! YOUR MAJESTY!! CANADA IS BEING ATTACKED BY THE AMERICANS!!!” I take by the shoulder and quietly I said to be calm and that we will stop this uprising.

                I turn to the board. I was informed that this war was going to be more difficult than I thought. Most of our troops were occupied with fighting off Napoleon Bonaparte. Therefor we don’t have a lot of troops to spare. Canada would have to fend mostly for itself. This was a very large problem. I return to that statement “We will prevail! My forefathers have not gone their whole lives fighting for this country so that I could lose it to some British rejects! We will prevail!!” and at that the case of panic was closed and we went onto another chapter of how we were to protect both ourselves and our own colony from falling.