The problem was, the nearest Burger King was forty-five minutes away, and the car had a flat tire.
At 11:47 PM, with the last of the printer’s cyan ink, she had six crowns. She cut them out carefully, taping the bands to fit adult heads, child heads, and one particularly tiny one for Mr. Whiskers the cat. printable burger king crown
“These are noisy,” he said, returning to his paper crown. “I like the quiet ones.” The problem was, the nearest Burger King was