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Topic: ENTERTAIN (04/27/17)
- TITLE: Prince Harming
By Allison Egley
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Youâ€™d think my life would be grand, living in the castle with Prince Charming. Youâ€™d think wrong. You know that â€œhappily ever afterâ€ part? Well, notice that the story also ends right after the wedding. â€œHappily two weeks afterâ€ would be a more accurate statement. A month, if Iâ€™m being generous. Donâ€™t believe everything you read.
I know what youâ€™re thinking. â€œBut youâ€™re a princess!â€ Notice how the word princess starts with â€œprince?â€ Maybe that should have been my first clue, because my life is now ruled by the prince. Turns out the prince isnâ€™t so charming after all. I call him Prince Harming behind his back. Thatâ€™s what I get for rushing into a marriage, I suppose. All because he returned my glass slipper to me. As if I even wanted that back. Do you have any idea how much glass shoes hurt? Glass doesnâ€™t exactly cradle your foot in softness with every step you take.
Prince Harming only wanted me to help amuse his guests. Apparently, my panicked flight on the night of the Grand Ball was just so highly entertaining that I must reenact it every time someone new comes over, glass slippers and all. Do you have any idea how many times Iâ€™ve turned my ankle for Prince Harmingâ€™s buffoonery?
Okay. So maybe Iâ€™m not literally washing the dishes and dishrags anymore, but it sure feels like I am. At least when I was back with my in-laws I had some time to myself. But now? I wake up; heâ€™s there. I walk down to breakfast (in my glass slippers, of course); heâ€™s there. I go to lunch; heâ€™s there. You get the idea. I canâ€™t even sneak out to talk to the mice anymore. Well, I mean, I suppose I could, but heâ€™d find me. And then, after I got back from my visit to the padded room in the psych ward, Iâ€™d have to reenact that too, for every guest. No thank you. Iâ€™ll stick to glass slipper part only. No need to add to my humiliation.
Now I canâ€™t pretend itâ€™s all bad. After all, I get three meals a day that I donâ€™t have to cook, and I get to sleep in a nice, soft bed, even if he does hog the covers. Hey, I know. Maybe I can make a little mouse hole in our bedroom. One night, Iâ€™ll have all the mice come in and stare at Prince Harming from the foot of the bed. Next, Iâ€™ll wake him up, and heâ€™ll see the mice and scream and make a fool of himself. Then, whenever guests come over, after I reenact my glass slipper moment, Iâ€™ll make him reenact his mouse moment. Now thatâ€™s entertainment.
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