Quickly, the quirky queen questioned how high her loyal hawk could hover. Halt! she hollered, launching her lavender hat high. Lanky Harold, holding his hefty harp, laughed loudly. Haphazardly, he hops! Harold quipped. The hawk, however, had no qualms. He hovered, looped, and landed on the queen’s quilt. Quite the high-flying hero, she declared. Harold, with a hint of humor, handed her a hot latte. Let’s honor him with a heroic hymn, he said. The queen, humming happily, lifted her hands and hollered, Hail the hawk! Laughter lingered long in the hall. Meanwhile, the hawk, humble yet proud, held his head high. Hush, whispered Harold, Let the hawk have his moment. The queen nodded, quietly sipping her latte. How lucky we are, she mused, to have such high-hearted harmony. Harold agreed, his harp humming low. Let’s hold this hush, he said, and let happiness linger. The hawk, hearing the harmony, quivered quietly. Happiness, he thought, is high above the hassle. And with that, the hall held a hush, a lovely lull of laughter, harmony, and hawk-hearted heroism.