Fairytales 8:14 pm
10/07/2006 12:09 a.m.
How about a fairytale about a princess (well not really a princess, just a regular girl), locked in a tower of the mind? One that is made of stones held together with guilt instead of mortar? Stones made of caring, from deep in the earth of her soul but mortared in with guilt instead of love?
Guarded by dragons that look more like dinosaurs, and act more like dogs, small dogs.....that are guardians for an ogre that is really a man, but acts more like an ogre. On a hill, by a lake, on a mountain somewhere in Ireland? Or more like NJ? Where the creatures of the sky are not really griffins at all and are really only crows. Where toads are still magical, as are the salamanders (these however die too easily), and crickets named George attack unknowing cots and Potato Bugs reign as King. This is not very exciting is it? Perhaps we need to throw in a Prince, who really isn't a Prince at all, maybe he is just a rather large Rooster? Yes--that's it a large yellow fluffy Rooster who likes to eat grapes and play with acorns. A special kind of Rooster though, a water rooster. Problem is Rooster can't fly (he can swim though), Princess is scared of heights and neither one likes endings. No mote to swim across in the mind, no ladder to climb down or up. Her hair is too short to drop down as a rope, and she dies not eat apples so we can't do the poison apple wake her up routine. Poison grape? Nah forget that.
Ok so what do we have so far, a Princess of Regularity, a Prince Rooster of the waterways, and a tower of the mind. Glued by guilt. Guarded by dragon dinosaurs who are guardians of an Ogre man. Hmmm. Does not sound like a fairytale at all.....Which means of course it has no ending yet......... which is a good thing cause the Rooster of Water does not like them....AT ALL. Poor Medio Pollito And there stands Medio Pollito to this day. And if you go to Madrid, and walk through the streets till you come to the highest church, you will see Medio Pollito perched on his one leg on the steeple, with his one wing drooping at his side, and gazing sadly out of his one eye over the town.
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