Once when I was walking down the street I met a poor homeless girl who was in rags and very dirty. I asked her if she was ok and she said yes. I asked how, and she said blatantly, i'm a princess. then why are you so poor i asked she said simply that she was not poor and i said but you live on the streets. she looked intently at me and answered, i know; the streets are my kingdom. i then said, but look at your clothes, and she replied, they are my lovely dresses. and i said you live with rats! and she petted one as it sca mpered by and said, i know, they are my courtiers. Finally, i asked 'where do you come from' she smiled and said "my mother"