It was independance day at the Fortunate Kingdom, as Emperor Meenji stood assured at the presence of his bodyguard wife, Sheewa. She had a long chestnut hair with fiery chopsticks that tied it in a bun that has contoured her lovely red cheeks, along with large her deep black eyes. She was quick and witty to the extent of where she was an easily provoked person, always falling to Meenji's pranks. She neither knew nor understood his impulsive and reckless nature. As they drove themselves into the theme park in their black and red Limousine, she drops by from the vehicle at first and then opens the door for her husband. And then they take a walk among the bushes inside of the park and have some cotton candy. Sheewa sat cross legged on a bench while eating her dessert. He couldn't help but observe her deliciously munching on her food, and snatches it right between the palm of his hands and grabs a bite. She rolls her eyes. "Men." And then a young boy comes and plays the accordion with the nicest melodies ever.

"Shall we?" Meenji jumps off of the bench and walks her along with their Poodle black dog along by the side walk. They both watch the ceremony enthusiastically as kids were cheering long last enchants of the lost language of China with quiet and smooth fine music in the background. Meenji meant wisdom in Chinese while Sheewa meant hope, and they have carried the meaning lying within their own names truthfully and diligently. They hit the Marry-Go Around when she rides on Huàxiázǐ-'Chatterbox', her favorite horse-as he rides on the top of Zhēngyì-'Controversy'.

"Why haven't you told her that you love her?" Zhēngyì said to Meenji.

"I just can't."

"And why is that?"

"It's because of her destructive beauty."

"All women are breathtaking."

"Not as much as mine."

"So drop the bomb and just confess."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"No, I can't."

"Why haven't you asked him if he loves you or not?" Huàxiázǐ tells Sheewa while being concerned.

"My pride, hello."

"Your pride is just going to kill you, Sheewa."

"I just can't."

"Sure you can."

"How?!" She was helpless with her ongoing pride.

"Just ask."

"What if he never exchanges my feelings?"

"Don't be silly. He sure will."

"Silly women." Zhēngyì confessed.

"They sure are." Meenji agreed.

"Foolish men." Sheewa adds up.

"They sure is." Huàxiázǐ said.

Sheewa and Meenji both walk through the park and admire the fireworks which enchanted the black and white sky on this lovely summer night along with fireflies embossing the scene and traveling all the way through. "May I, Your Majesty?" A little five years old girl approached Sheewa and asked to take a picture.

"Call me Sheewa."

The mother snaps the photo of both girls. "Thank you, Sheewa!" The little girl in her oval white dress hugged Sheewa who was wearing a light pink pantyhose along with a short royal purple Chinese attire. Meenji wore a long Hanfu with his long grey beard reaching his knees and long grey hair being tied in a ponytail, addressing his athletic body. And then they continue their ride over the rounded chairs sticking at the height of the rounded edges of the machine. It rotated along like a sphere in the quick air as it dropped in an instant from the top lavish sky on the fallen ground. Everyone cheered 'hooray' while they played with joy and contempt. The Fortunate Kingdom was indeed fortunate, bringing happiness to its joint corners and the surroundings right in the heart of its lightened grey and white streets with vibrant fortunate cookies-like green street bulbs and rainbow traffic lights. It was depicted to be the most independent and thriving land in its outstanding economy.

They stop at the sight of the magical show of Maharaja as he greets them both. "'Ma dogs'!"

"Maharaja, 'Ma dog'!" They exclaimed. "What a joy."

"It sure is." He plays along with his snake, diverting the attention of the crowd playfully and with high dexterity through his magical fingers. "You should join me with my traveling for just once."

"Thank you." Sheewa is excited. "But this old nagging man is just keeping me good company right here."

"Oh, come on! You should come along."

"Sure. Maybe next time."

They both left the show and walk inside of a creamy crocodile skin tent, as Meenji zips it closed behind. He stood in front of the wavy mirror which reflected his tilted body humorously. "Isn't this splendid?!"

"Yes." Sheewa was down, turning away.

"What's wrong?" He motions right next to her and grabs both of her arms from the back.

"Meenji?" She turns around towards him slowly.

"Yes, love?"

"How come you've never ever told me that you love me?" She looks at him with her poppy large eyes.

Meenji grabs her hand at once. "Oh, honey. You know the reason for that."

"No, I don't! You've never even said it for only once." She struck.

"It's because…" He hesitates.

"Because of what?!" She is fiery and angry again.

"It's because men drop at their knees in the presence of the women they love!"

"Oh, Meenji." She was impressed.

"Aishteru, Sheewa." He finally says in the lost language of Chinese and then kisses her cheek.

"Aishteru, Meenji." She shies away. "What took you so long?"

"Maybe I was foolish."

"Only fools rush in."