Tuesday, May 16, 2006

A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived on the North West side of the towne. She loved to visit people, especially those who were close by. But the princess had a group of friends that lived on the North East side of the towne down the road that led to Thomass Ville. Sir Waller and his family lived on a small estate in Cassandra and although the princess wanted to visit them for a long time, she never seemed to have the time to make the journey to Cassandra. Then one day, Sir Waller's son, Alexander Ernest Waller IV, who was affectionately called "Alec the Hairy" (which was rather ironic because he had recently gotten into a quarrel with a pair of double blades and consequently lost his hair) called the princess and requested her presence at the Cassandra Estate. Having just finished taking care of musical matters at the village parish, the princess was only so happy to visit the family of Sir Waller and was soon on her way.
Upon her arrival the princess was greeted by the entire family of Sir Waller except for their son Joshua who had taken up a hobby of fastening wheels to planks of wood. Boards, she believed. It sounded very fascinating and dangerous. Ergo, Joshua the Wheeled was not to be found. The princess had a lovely visit with the family of Sir Waller. Sir Waller, it seemed, had decided that someone in the house should take up the name "Hairy" if it was not to be their son, Alec. He had more than made up for it. It appeared that the son had simply transferred the hair on his head to the face of his father. How this was accomplished the princess did not know, but she found it most intriguing. Sir Waller's wife, the fair Eileen, made the most wonderful meal and Nathan, their son, entertained with tales of brave beings called "ninjas" and battles he and his brothers had faced.
After dinner, Joshua the Wheeled returned home and joined the family and it was decided that the princess, Alec the Hairy and Joshua would journey to visit the Duke of Cumberland. The Duke of Cumberland had only recently acquired his newest manor. He was in the business of buying and selling properties. The princess thought that was a most lucrative business and it seemed as though the Duke of Cumberland was doing well. They called upon their friend David O' cklocknee also.
The princess needed to stop by her palace to pick up the source for the evening's entertainment, X-men II and a VCR, so her and Joshua made the journey back to her home on Zermatt to pick it up. The princess was holding some tea cakes and a jar of icing and Joshua held the aforementioned items above. Then all of the sudden a great wind blew in from the isles of the North and the video was knocked out of Joshua's hand where it fell and shattered on the ground. Joshua muttered a most melancholy remark, "Dang it." The doleful pair thought all hope was lost until the princess remembered that her father, the King, had given her a special card that allowed for the rental of such items not too far away at a shoppe just down the road. With resolve the two made their way to the rental shoppe and found exactly what they were looking for and even got it at a discount.
With spring in their step and a smile upon their faces, the princess and the wheeled boy arrived at the home of the Duke of Cumberland where the evening was spent amongst good friends who the princess will not soon forget even as she makes ready to leave for foreign lands. She can only hope that she finds friends as good as these there. The end.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

That was a good story! Sounds like you had good times that night!

Anonymous said...

That was a beautiful story!!

I'm going to miss this princess!! We should have a glorious ball in her honor. Don't you agree?

I LOVE YOU CALYN!!!

Melinda

Rittle said...

Fun story...

The movie rental sent me back in time to Labor Day 2004...my friend, Greg, randomly decided that since Mike was driving, he was the daddy, and since I was in the passenger's seat, I was the mommy. So, after being obnoxious and whiney for about an hour (we were on a roadtrip), Greg finally says, "Mommy, where do babies come from?" Me, being intelligent, said "Ask your father." With no pause at all, Mike replies, "The movie theater, son." "Oh..." Long pause. "Daddy, where do we get adopted babies?" "Blockbuster."

Later that night, we arrived at Mike's house, and as we sat down to pizza, we related the tale to Mike's parents, and suddenly, all at once, all five of us exclaim, "THAT'S why Moody students can't go to the movies!!!"