Exercises
Sleeping Ugly
By Jane Yoken
Princess
Miserella was a beautiful princess if you counted her eyes and nose and mouth
and all the way down to her toes. But inside, where it was hard to see, she
was the meanest, wickedest, and most worthless princess around. She liked stepping
on dogs. She kicked kittens. She threw pies in the cook's face. And she never
- not even once - said thank you or please. And besides, she told lies.
In that very same kingdom, in
the middle of the woods, lived a poor orphan named Plain Jane. She certainly
was. Her hair was short and turned down. Her nose was long and turned up. And
even if they had been the other way round, she would not have been a great beauty.
But she loved animals, and she was always kind to strange old ladies.
One day Princess Miserella rode
out of the palace in a huff. (A huff is not a kind of carriage. It is a
kind of temper .
Her usual kind.) She rode and rode and rode, looking beautiful as always, even
with her hair in tangles.
She rode right into the middle of the woods and was soon lost. She got off
her horse and slapped it sharply for losing the way. The horse said nothing,
but ran right back home. It had known the way back all the time, but it was
not about to tell Miserella. So there was the princess, lost in a dark wood.
It made her look even prettier.
Suddenly, Princess Miserella tripped over a little old lady asleep under a
tree. Now little old ladies who sleep under trees deep in a dark wood are almost
always fairies in disguise. Miserella guessed who the little old lady was, but
she did not care. She kicked the old lady on the bottoms of her feet. "Get up
and take me home," said the princess.
So the old lady got to her feet very slowly - for the bottoms now hurt. She
took Miserella by the hand. (She used only her thumb and second finger to hold
Miserella's hand. Fairies know quite a bit about that kind of princess.)
They walked and walked even deeper into the wood. There they found a little
house. It was Plain Jane's house. It was dreary. The floors sank. The walls
stank. The roof leaked even on sunny days.
But Jane made the best of it.
She planted roses around the door. And little animals and birds made their home
with her. (That may be why the floors sank and the walls stank, but no one complained.)
"This is not my home," said Miserella with a sniff.
"Nor mine," said the fairy.
They walked in without knocking, and there was Jane.
"It is mine," she said.
The princess looked at Jane, down and up, up and down.
"Take me home," said Miserella, "and as a reward I will make you my maid."
Plain Jane smiled a thin little
smile. It did not improve her looks or the princess's mood. "Some
reward,"
said the fairy to herself. Out loud she said, "If you could take both of us
home, I could probably squeeze out a wish or two."
"Make it three," said Miserella to the fairy,
"and I'll get us home."
Plain Jane smiled again. The birds began to sing.
"My home is your home," said
Jane.
"I like your manners," said the fairy. "And for that good thought,
I'll give three
wishes to you."
Princess Miserella was not pleased. She stamped her foot.
"Do that again,"
said the fairy, taking a pine wand from her pocket," and I'll turn your foot
to stone." Just to be mean, Miserella
stamped her foot again. It turned to stone.
Plain Jane sighed. "My first wish is that you change her foot
back."
The fairy made a face. "I like your manners, but not your
taste," she said
to Jane. "Still, a wish is a wish." The fairy moved the wand. The princess shook
her foot. It was no longer made of stone.
"Guess my foot fell asleep for a moment," said Miserella. She really liked
to lie. "Besides," the princess said, "that was a stupid way to waste a wish."
The fairy was angry. "Do not call someone stupid unless you have been properly
introduced," she said, "or are a member of the family."
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," said Miserella. She hated to be told what to do.
"Say stupid again," warned the fairy, holding up her wand,
"and I will make
toads come out of your mouth."
"Stupid!" shouted Miserella. As she said it, a great big toad dropped out of
her mouth.
"Cute," said Jane, picking up the toad, "and I do like toads,
but..."
"But?" asked the fairy. Miserella did not open her mouth. Toads were among
her least favorite animals.
"But," said Plain Jane, "my second wish is that you get rid of the mouth
toads."
"She's lucky it wasn't mouth elephants," mumbled the fairy. She waved the pine
wand. Miserella opened her mouth slowly. Nothing came out but her tongue. She
pointed it at the fairy.
Princess Miserella looked miserable. That made her look beautiful, too.
"I
definitely have had enough," she said. "I want to go home." She grabbed Plain
Jane's arm.
"Gently, gently," said the old fairy, shaking her head.
"If you are not gentle
with magic, none of us will go anywhere."
"You can go where you want," said Miserella,
"but here is only one place I
want to go."
"To sleep!" said the fairy, who was now much too mad to remember to be gentle.
She waved her wand so hard she hit the wall of Jane's house.
The wall broke. The wand broke. The spell broke. And before Jane could make
her third wish, all three of them were asleep.
It was one of those famous hundred-year-naps that need a prince and a kiss
to end them. So they slept and slept in the cottage in the wood. They slept
through three and a half wars, one plague, six new kings, the invention of the
sewing machine, and the discovery of a new continent. The cottage was deep in
the woods so very few princes passed by. And none of the ones who did even tried
the door.
At the end of one hundred years a prince named Jojo (who was the youngest son
of a youngest son and so had no gold or jewels or property to speak of) came
into the woods. It began to rain, so he stepped into the cottage over the broken
wall.
He saw three women asleep with spider webs holding them to the floor. One of
them was a beautiful princess.
Being the kind of young man who read fairy tales, Jojo knew just what to do.
But because he was the youngest
son of a youngest son, with no gold or jewels or property to speak of, he had
never kissed anyone before, except his mother, which didn't count, and his father,
who had a beard.
Jojo thought he should practice before he tried kissing the princess. (He also
wondered if she would like marrying a prince with no property or gold or jewels
to speak of. Jojo knew with princesses that sort of thing really matters.) So
he puckered up his lips and kissed the old fairy on the nose. It was quite pleasant.
She smelled slightly of
He moved on to Jane. He puckered up his lips and kissed her on the mouth. It
was delightful. She smelled of wild flowers. He moved on to the beautiful princess.
Just then the fairy and Plain Jane woke up. Prince Jojo's kisses had worked.
The fairy picked up the pieces
of her wand.
Jane looked at the prince and remembered the kiss as if it were a dream.
"I
wish he loved me," she said softly to herself.
"Good wish!" said the fairy to herself. She waved the two pieces of wand gently.
The prince looked at Miserella, who was having a bad dream and enjoying it.
Even frowning she was beautiful. But Jojo knew that kind of princess. He had
three cousins just like her. Pretty on the outside. Ugly within.
He remembered the smell of wild flowers and turned back to Jane.
"I love you,"
he said. "What's your name?"
So they lived happily ever after in Jane's cottage. The prince fixed the roof
and the wall and built a house next door for the old fairy.
They used the sleeping princess as a conversation piece when friends came to visit.
Or sometimes they stood her up (still fast asleep) in the hallway and let her
hold coats and hats. But they never let anyone kiss her awake, not even their
children, who numbered three.
Moral: Let sleeping princesses lie or lying princesses sleep, whichever seems
wisest.
(1,470 words)
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