Plucking away at petals
Playing love me-love me not
Armed with water guns we run
Sucking on ice when it’s hot
Making faces, tongues all out
Munching on sour, green mangoes
Stomping on mud, pounding clay
Painting on our little toes
Climbing the wall of your house
A quick glimpse of your brother
Drowning in dreams and giggles
Ah, the joys of my summer!
My daughter has been extra-restless these past few days, and I know why. She’s got just a week of school left, and then its summertime! In the Philippines, summer officially begins in April, although for students, summer arrives on the last day of school. I still remember my own summers, when work was just what old people did. Believe me, it was heaven! To honor all the summers that have gone by, I give to you this tiny poem, Simple Joys of Summer. May it remind you of your favorite summers. Enjoy!
The next day, the prince disguised himself as the herald and personally went about the town to ask who owned the glasses. “The prince will invite whoever owns these glasses to a dinner at the castle!” He announced.
When the prince arrived in Cinderella’s home, the stepmother hurriedly brought out her daughters to fit the spectacles.
“This is mine!” Elvira pushed the glasses to her puffy face and almost broke it. She tried walking with the glasses, but immediately got dizzy and conked her head on the nearest tree.
“I’m sorry,” the prince shook his head. “This cannot be yours.”
“It’s mine!” Charlotte yanked the glasses from her sister. She wore it, and smiled as the glasses fit her long and tapered face. But she couldn’t see anything. When she extended her hand to the prince, she ended up slapping him on the face.
“I think not,” the prince turned around to leave. But just as he was about to mount his horse, Cinderella peeked from behind the door.
“May I try it?” She asked, squinting her eyes as she walked towards the prince.
“Oh no, she cannot be the one you are looking for. She didn’t even leave the house last night! And even if she did, she wouldn’t have seen the prince. Rumor has it that the prince was dancing with only one person the whole night!
But the prince insisted, and when she put the glasses on, everything was clear again.
“You’re not the herald, you’re the prince!” Cinderella exclaimed, staring into the eyes of the handsome man she danced with the night before.
The prince smiled. He knew he had found his princess at last.
And Cinderella lived with perfect vision for the rest of her life.
The End
Just made a quick craft break last Monday, but am back with the last part of CinderSpectaRella. Next week, watch out for my new fractured fairy tale, The Princess and the Frog Allergies. Definitely another funny one!
A friend of mine is leaving, and I just wanted to give her something to remember me by. Since she knows I am crazy about miniatures and clay, I made a desserts display just for her. It’s got cupcakes, log cakes, french macarons, and wrapped candy boxes! I hope that every time she sees it, she smiles a bit and remembers me.
