well now, gather 'round lil' partners, let me spin ya a yarn about the high and mighty world of royalty, where them folks in crowns ride horses of a different breed, above the common fray. in that land, they got this procedure, smooth as mountain whiskey, to tune out the regular clamor and reinitiate from the beginning, keeping their lineage as pure as a desert spring, separate from the hustle and bustle of our dusty trails, yet always ridin' toward a future brighter than a prairie sunrise.