Sculpture
"But I don't care for Queen Victoria! She's boring and she's fat. King George is in charge now."
"The word is monarch, Michael. He is our monarch," Jane corrected.
Mary Poppins refrained from raising an eyebrow, clutching onto her umbrella with a surprisingly firm grip. The Banks children clearly needed a history lesson. As quickly as possible.
"I suppose you would be that rude to her face?" she challenged. "Our longest reigning monarch to date."
Michael folded his arms, bottom lip jutting out. "Yes, I would."
Words needn't be wasted on the ignorant. Mary had no time to lecture him, not this morning. She barely had the patience.
Behind Jane and Michael, Queen Victoria looked down from her podium, austere and formidable. Mary respected that, staring into her marbled features until she felt a shift in the atmosphere that satisfied her. An unspoken confirmation that the children could never understand.
From up above, a demanding yell pierced the air. "Do you have something to say, young man?"
Startled, Michael spun around, tripping backwards at the sight of Queen Victoria staring down at him, her staff in one hand. Pointing directedly at his face.
"Blimey!" he exclaimed.
Mary observed the statue, curious, before looking down at Michael. "Didn't you have something to tell her?"
He looked between the two, quite speechless. Only Jane's giggles filled the silence as he found himself trying to apologise for his Bad Manners.