The Czar was alarmed this morning when he had great difficulty walking downstairs to breakfast at his dacha in Muscovy. Was something broken? A neurological problem? He mentioned in passing to the Царица with some hesitation, because she tends to get upset over these things.
Good thing we did mention it. “Silly,” she said. “The reason you’re having difficulty walking is right there. Did you even look?” Sheepishly, we glanced down to discover that the Czar had, sometime during the night apparently, rammed his entire foot and lower leg down Harry Reid’s mouth.
That explains the colorful dream we had, too.