...there was a sweet little princess, the most beautiful and clever princess in the entire world, and her name was Cecily. Cecily was a courageous princess too, always going off on adventures, slaying Jabberwocks and then gallumphing home, snicker-snack.
Little Cecily, however, lived in a faraway kingdom, ruled by King Jack, who was always away on Foreign Affairs missions with kingdoms abroad, and she had to spend all her time learning useless things like German and writing CVs and still being rejected for jobs and all that.
One day, such a beautiful July day, little Cecily went off for another little adventure, walking through the enchanted woods of King Jack's beautiful kingdom.
She came here often, to listen to the water and the birds, and to look at the flowers and draw them, and to get away from the people in the castle who were always talking of tedious things like bills and laundry.
But on this beautiful July afternoon, when little Cecily was walking through King Jack's enchanted woods, she heard a twig crack in the distance.
She came here often, to listen to the water and the birds, and to look at the flowers and draw them, and to get away from the people in the castle who were always talking of tedious things like bills and laundry.
But on this beautiful July afternoon, when little Cecily was walking through King Jack's enchanted woods, she heard a twig crack in the distance.
This startled her, for little Cecily was usually alone in the woods, and she looked about the find the source of the cracked twig but found none.
Little Cecily shrugged and walked on.
Suddenly, a band of rough-looking, evil-smelling, foul-mouted highway men circled her, demanding all the money and valuables she had on her, threatening to kill her if she didn't hand it over.
Little princess Cecily smiled at them, then offered her empty hands.
“I haven't anything!,” she said, and the robbers laughed at her.
“Such a girl, in such a dress – don't hold back, dearie, we know you've got dosh!”
Cecily looked at them, angry. “I haven't any, I tell you! Let me go! Go away!”
Two of the robbers stepped in, holding her arms, while the third, the leader, the ugliest, foulest, stinkiest of them all, looked at her and grinned a very filthy, grimy, evil grin.
In the distance, more twigs cracked heavily. Cecily looked up in hope, while the robbers looked startled.
“The law,” one of the captors whispered, while the leader shrugged.
“Your money or your life, girl.”
Cecily spat in his face.
A whinnying sounded through the woods, and from the trees emerged a gleaming white horse, carrying on his back none other but prince Ernest, of a neighbouring kingdom, sword drawn, catching the summer sun and reflecting it onto the highway men.
“Away with you!,” he bellowed at the robbers, who quickly scattered. Cecily sank on her knees, relieved.
Prince Ernest came off his horse, sitting next to Cecily.
“Oh, my little Cecily, I love you,” he said.
Cecily smiled. “I know, Ernest.”
And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
Little Cecily shrugged and walked on.
Suddenly, a band of rough-looking, evil-smelling, foul-mouted highway men circled her, demanding all the money and valuables she had on her, threatening to kill her if she didn't hand it over.
Little princess Cecily smiled at them, then offered her empty hands.
“I haven't anything!,” she said, and the robbers laughed at her.
“Such a girl, in such a dress – don't hold back, dearie, we know you've got dosh!”
Cecily looked at them, angry. “I haven't any, I tell you! Let me go! Go away!”
Two of the robbers stepped in, holding her arms, while the third, the leader, the ugliest, foulest, stinkiest of them all, looked at her and grinned a very filthy, grimy, evil grin.
In the distance, more twigs cracked heavily. Cecily looked up in hope, while the robbers looked startled.
“The law,” one of the captors whispered, while the leader shrugged.
“Your money or your life, girl.”
Cecily spat in his face.
A whinnying sounded through the woods, and from the trees emerged a gleaming white horse, carrying on his back none other but prince Ernest, of a neighbouring kingdom, sword drawn, catching the summer sun and reflecting it onto the highway men.
“Away with you!,” he bellowed at the robbers, who quickly scattered. Cecily sank on her knees, relieved.
Prince Ernest came off his horse, sitting next to Cecily.
“Oh, my little Cecily, I love you,” he said.
Cecily smiled. “I know, Ernest.”
And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
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