"Pooping is such a relieving activity," said the Queen. "It is so pleasant that I wish to have more of it." She summoned her councillors and scribes and drafted a new law, a tariff that granted the Queen a small part of each citizen's pooping. "This is truly wonderful," she declared during one of her several daily visits to the toilet. "If only everyone could be so blessed!" She shared out her wealth of pooping with her favorites in court, but they made little use of it. The palace hired more chambermaids.

"More pooping," roared the Queen after one particularly satisfying session on her throne. "I must have all the poop!" She raised her tariffs and taxed her subjects into pooping paucity.

They petitioned her. "We needs our shits, y'Majesty," they cried, but the Queen threw them in prison for interfering in affairs of state.

There in the bowels of the castle formed the rebellion that would topple the Queen, known only as the Movement.