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Arabella
A Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, in a
country far away, there lived a beautiful princess called Arabella. She
didn't know that she was a
princess because she had been kidnapped at birth by a wicked witch.
Arabella was allowed out for
a short time only on Monday nights, to attend a Creative Writing class.
The rest of the time,
she was locked in a high tower overlooking an enchanted forest and
forced to write stories which the wicked witch had
published under her own name. The stories all had unhappy endings
because the princess was very sad and lonely.
One day a handsome prince
came riding through the enchanted forest. He saw Arabella sitting at
the tower window waiting for
an inspiration. He was instantly smitten with her beauty and fell
deeply in love with her.
He rode up to the door and
knocked, but alas, the door was locked fast. The wicked witch had
bolted it before going to
visit her publisher.
Casting his eyes about, the
prince spied a vine growing up to the tower. He grasped it in both
hands and carefully climbed
up, up, up to the tower window.
Arabella watched in horror.
Who was this man climbing up to her window? What did he want with her?
The dire endings in all
her stories flashed through her mind. By the time the prince had
reached the top, Arabella had locked the window and was
hiding under the bed.
The prince clung gasping to
the window ledge. He rapped on the windowpane and peered in with his
nose flattened against the
glass. Arabella crouched lower under the bed.
"Let me in." he entreated. "I
saw you at the window. You are the most beautiful, exquisite, gorgeous
and ravishing woman I
have seen and I have fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with you."
"Go away!" shouted Arabella.
"I know you are not sincere because you use too many adjectives!"
"Don't turn me away,
dearest," he pleaded, his knuckles turning white on the window ledge.
"The sight of your heart shaped
face in the silvery moonlight has given me such pangs of love, I will
leave no stone unturned until you are mine."
"Those are all cliches!"
yelled Arabella. "I have been taught to avoid them like the plague."
"But I am itching to hold
you, dear one. Simply itching........"
"Of course you are!"
Triumphantly, Arabella crawled out from under the bed, covered in dust
and fluff. "That vine is Poison
Ivy!"
As the prince let go of the
ledge to scratch his head, he suddenly slipped and fell all the way
down to the ground where he
came to a flat ending.
The next Monday night
Arabella ran away with her Creative Writing teacher and they lived
happily ever after.
MAMALADE
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