~ Welcome to another Sunday Edition of Storytime with Bella ~
Remember the Rocky & Bullwinkle Show ? Well, they had a segment on their show called Fractured Fairy Tales, you guys remember this?
The following story is a twisted parable from one of the segments from the show (with a little ad lib thrown in)! These tales were subversive, and delightfully twisted, and probably not politically correct!!
Enjoy!
Let the tale begin ...
Once upon a time there was a magnificent golden castle on a silver cloud high up in the sky, which has nothing to do anything because our story tonight is about an old woodchopper who lived in a shack, but that’s a good way to start a fairy tale, eh, bloggers?
The old man was very happy, but he had a daughter who was very unhappy because ... well ~ she was rather plain. Actually ~ she was really plain. In fact, she had a face like five miles of bad road!!! 
Anyway, it was time for her marry but because she was fat and ugly, none of the young men of the kingdom ever came to ask for her hand, or any other part of her body, for that matter. Then one day, the old man decided to cheer her up.
“Child, it is your birthday and I’ve brought you something to keep you from being so lonely.”
“A man?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“Nope. A donkey.” (hee-haw-hee-haw!)
He pointed to a brown, furry, four-legged, grunting beast. Well, a mule wasn’t exactly the kind of companion she had in mind, but at least it was somebody to talk to.
“Hi there, silly beast,” said the girl to the donkey. “I wonder if you were once a handsome prince changed into a mule by a wicked witch. If so, I could break the spell with a kiss.” She smacked the mule right on its lips. It was not use. The donkey was a donkey, and had always been a donkey!
The next day, the old man instructed his daughter to take a bundle of sticks to the village.
“A bundle of sticks” she asked him. “What for?”
“How should I know,” said the old man. “But somebody is always carrying a bundle of sticks around in fairy tales. You know that.”
So the young girl took the bundle of sticks and decided to ride her trusty donkey into the village. But something very strange happened. Unknown to her, the moment she climbed onto the mule’s back – POOF! – she turned into a beautiful maiden. You know the type; blond hair, blue eyes, a figure like she spends her days doing Jazzercise!
Anyway, when she reached the village, she could hardly believe her eyes, for all the young men, instead of laughing and throwing mud at her, bowed, tipped their hats, and made catcalls. She was still trying to figure it out when a handsome young prince rode up to her on a snow-white horse.
“Ah, fair lady!” he exclaimed. “You are truly the most lovely beauty in the land.”
“Why, my young prince, she replied, batting her eyes, “Are you nuts or sumpthin’?”
“With your permission,” said the prince, “I should like to call upon you tonight. How about when the clock strikes the hour of eightish?”
Flushed with excitement, the girl race home, but when she arrived and stepped off her mule—POOF! –she immediately returned to her fat, little ugly self. That night, promptly at eightish o’clock, the prince, sitting astride his white charger, knocked at the door.
The girl opened the door and smiled her crooked-toothed smile—one that made chopped yak liver seem appealing—and chirped, “Helloooo.”
“Um,” said the prince, who at that moment desired a bit of Pepto-Bismol, or the medieval equivalent. “Is your sister at home?”
“I don’t have a sister,” the girl said.
“Your aunt then,” the prince said.
“I don’t have an aunt.”
“Your cousin? Your best friend? Your babysitter?”
“What are you talking about? Asked the girl. “I live here alone with my father.”
The prince, figuring he had found the wrong house, galloped quickly off on his white steed. The poor girl was left standing at the door, broken-hearted and trying to understand what had gone wrong. The following day, her father again asked her to go into the village. This time to pick up a bundle of sticks.
“It’ll take your mind off your ugliness,” said the old man, patting her kindly on her head.
No sooner had the girl climbed on the donkey’s back than –POOF!—once again she changed into a beautiful maiden. On the way to the village she chanced to pass a clear, still pool of water. Looking into it, she saw her reflection and shocked to see she was now very beautiful. She hopped off her donkey for a close look and—POOF! – instantly she changed back into her former ugly self. And then, she suddenly realized what had happened.
“I get it now,” she said out loud to no one in particular, as people in fairy tales sometimes do. “This is a magic donkey. As long as I sit upon this beast, I’m a beauty!” The girl jumped back onto the donkey, and—POOF!—beautiful again. And the beauty and the beast dashed to find the prince. When he saw her coming, he rode up to her on his gallant steed.
“Ah, lovely beauty,” he said. “I have found you again. Please say you will be mine so that we may be married.”
“Yes, but on one condition,” she said. “That I remain on my donkey at all times.”
Of course, this seemed like a strange request, but the prince agreed.
“So be it, my love,” he said. “And so that we start off on the right foot—or on the right hoof—I shall stay on my horse as long as you stay on your mule.”
And thus they were married by a priest, who delivered the sermon on a mule. As the years went by, the young girl was very happy, although the poor mule did get a bit of a backache. And true to his word, the prince also stayed on his horse. And as any good husband would, he took her dancing every Saturday night at the palace, there they were the most striking couple of the dance floor. Or actually, the most striking quadruple on the dance floor.
On day, as the girl rode in the garden –WHOOSH!—the wind blew off her bonnet. Not stopping to think, she hopped off her donkey to get the hat and –POOF! –She immediately turned into an ugly, disgusting hag again. Realizing her mistake, she scrambled to get back into the saddle again. But it was too late, for just then the prince rode up.
“Pardon me, old hag,” said the prince. “have you seen my wife? Wait a minute, this is her donkey!”
“Yes,” blushed the hag, gulping. “And I am your wife.” She began to sadly confess the whole story to her husband, but instead of being angry, he did an amazing thing. He clapped his hands and laughed for joy.
This is what he said: “Ha, ha, ha, ha. Yahoo! Yippee!”
“I don’t get it,” said the girl. “Are you happy to find out that I’m really ugly?”
“No!” said the prince. “I’m happy to know that I can finally get off this blasted horse. You see, I’m only a handsome prince when I stay on him.”
And with that, the prince hopped off his horse and –POOF!—he changed into one of the ugliest men ever to walk the earth. He was fat and bald and full of warts. His face looked like ten miles of bad road!!
“Ugh!” You’re uglier than me!” said the girl, with glee.
“We were meant for each other!” said the man, as they embraced.
“Just think--no more saddle sores!”
Anyway, it was time for her marry but because she was fat and ugly, none of the young men of the kingdom ever came to ask for her hand, or any other part of her body, for that matter. Then one day, the old man decided to cheer her up.
“Child, it is your birthday and I’ve brought you something to keep you from being so lonely.”
“A man?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“Nope. A donkey.” (hee-haw-hee-haw!)
He pointed to a brown, furry, four-legged, grunting beast. Well, a mule wasn’t exactly the kind of companion she had in mind, but at least it was somebody to talk to.
“Hi there, silly beast,” said the girl to the donkey. “I wonder if you were once a handsome prince changed into a mule by a wicked witch. If so, I could break the spell with a kiss.” She smacked the mule right on its lips. It was not use. The donkey was a donkey, and had always been a donkey!
The next day, the old man instructed his daughter to take a bundle of sticks to the village.
“A bundle of sticks” she asked him. “What for?”
“How should I know,” said the old man. “But somebody is always carrying a bundle of sticks around in fairy tales. You know that.”
So the young girl took the bundle of sticks and decided to ride her trusty donkey into the village. But something very strange happened. Unknown to her, the moment she climbed onto the mule’s back – POOF! – she turned into a beautiful maiden. You know the type; blond hair, blue eyes, a figure like she spends her days doing Jazzercise!
Anyway, when she reached the village, she could hardly believe her eyes, for all the young men, instead of laughing and throwing mud at her, bowed, tipped their hats, and made catcalls. She was still trying to figure it out when a handsome young prince rode up to her on a snow-white horse.
“Ah, fair lady!” he exclaimed. “You are truly the most lovely beauty in the land.”
“Why, my young prince, she replied, batting her eyes, “Are you nuts or sumpthin’?”
“With your permission,” said the prince, “I should like to call upon you tonight. How about when the clock strikes the hour of eightish?”
Flushed with excitement, the girl race home, but when she arrived and stepped off her mule—POOF! –she immediately returned to her fat, little ugly self. That night, promptly at eightish o’clock, the prince, sitting astride his white charger, knocked at the door.
The girl opened the door and smiled her crooked-toothed smile—one that made chopped yak liver seem appealing—and chirped, “Helloooo.”
“Um,” said the prince, who at that moment desired a bit of Pepto-Bismol, or the medieval equivalent. “Is your sister at home?”
“I don’t have a sister,” the girl said.
“Your aunt then,” the prince said.
“I don’t have an aunt.”
“Your cousin? Your best friend? Your babysitter?”
“What are you talking about? Asked the girl. “I live here alone with my father.”
The prince, figuring he had found the wrong house, galloped quickly off on his white steed. The poor girl was left standing at the door, broken-hearted and trying to understand what had gone wrong. The following day, her father again asked her to go into the village. This time to pick up a bundle of sticks.
“It’ll take your mind off your ugliness,” said the old man, patting her kindly on her head.
No sooner had the girl climbed on the donkey’s back than –POOF!—once again she changed into a beautiful maiden. On the way to the village she chanced to pass a clear, still pool of water. Looking into it, she saw her reflection and shocked to see she was now very beautiful. She hopped off her donkey for a close look and—POOF! – instantly she changed back into her former ugly self. And then, she suddenly realized what had happened.
“I get it now,” she said out loud to no one in particular, as people in fairy tales sometimes do. “This is a magic donkey. As long as I sit upon this beast, I’m a beauty!” The girl jumped back onto the donkey, and—POOF!—beautiful again. And the beauty and the beast dashed to find the prince. When he saw her coming, he rode up to her on his gallant steed.
“Ah, lovely beauty,” he said. “I have found you again. Please say you will be mine so that we may be married.”
“Yes, but on one condition,” she said. “That I remain on my donkey at all times.”
Of course, this seemed like a strange request, but the prince agreed.
“So be it, my love,” he said. “And so that we start off on the right foot—or on the right hoof—I shall stay on my horse as long as you stay on your mule.”
And thus they were married by a priest, who delivered the sermon on a mule. As the years went by, the young girl was very happy, although the poor mule did get a bit of a backache. And true to his word, the prince also stayed on his horse. And as any good husband would, he took her dancing every Saturday night at the palace, there they were the most striking couple of the dance floor. Or actually, the most striking quadruple on the dance floor.
On day, as the girl rode in the garden –WHOOSH!—the wind blew off her bonnet. Not stopping to think, she hopped off her donkey to get the hat and –POOF! –She immediately turned into an ugly, disgusting hag again. Realizing her mistake, she scrambled to get back into the saddle again. But it was too late, for just then the prince rode up.
“Pardon me, old hag,” said the prince. “have you seen my wife? Wait a minute, this is her donkey!”
“Yes,” blushed the hag, gulping. “And I am your wife.” She began to sadly confess the whole story to her husband, but instead of being angry, he did an amazing thing. He clapped his hands and laughed for joy.
This is what he said: “Ha, ha, ha, ha. Yahoo! Yippee!”
“I don’t get it,” said the girl. “Are you happy to find out that I’m really ugly?”
“No!” said the prince. “I’m happy to know that I can finally get off this blasted horse. You see, I’m only a handsome prince when I stay on him.”
And with that, the prince hopped off his horse and –POOF!—he changed into one of the ugliest men ever to walk the earth. He was fat and bald and full of warts. His face looked like ten miles of bad road!!
“Ugh!” You’re uglier than me!” said the girl, with glee.
“We were meant for each other!” said the man, as they embraced.
“Just think--no more saddle sores!”
And so, the ugly man and the ugly girl were able to live happily ever after.
Which only goes to prove that “A donkey and his honey are soon parted.”
BADA-BOOM !!!
Which only goes to prove that “A donkey and his honey are soon parted.”
BADA-BOOM !!!
Hope you enjoyed this week’s edition of Bedtime with Bella! Tune in next week for another tall tale!
Original Post Date: Sunday March 18, 2007 at Bella's Gotta Brand New Blog, and after this weekend, will be sent back to the Archive Collection here!
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by BigChris (PM , CC ) on Sunday March 18, 2007 @ 7:19 PM (del)
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You're a great bedtime story teller Bella:) I love happily ever afters......where are they in real life?!  Have a great one! Loveya, CM |  | |
| Oh, so that's what happened. I got off my donkey. The poor beast died when I turned 50 and I've been going downhill ever since. Sherry |  | |
| hey BC, whatssup with you today? did you enjoy this fairy tale? LOL |  | |
| ya know, I am okay alone, CM. I'd prefer to have someone in my life to share certain aspects, but I guess in a way I'm selfish when it comes to space. I like having my own space, uninterrupted, and I'm not sure I wanta deal with somebody in it 24/7, especially messin' up my bathroom!! | | |
| You and me both, Sherry!!! oh lordy, now that was funny! I can't stop laughing !!! | | |
| Bella, Hope you have a great week!! I appreciate your humor, your wit, your words. You've guided me through some rough times, I can never thank you enough. Always, Nursey  |  | |
| You know Nursey, life is good around here, every once in a while we get some weird ones, but most of us older bloggers we stick together thru thick and thin!! We just have to weed the garden! tell beautiful I said Hi! | | |
| lmao |  | |
| Thanks a lot now I'm going to have that song stuck in head all day. Nice story. |  | |
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| Hey there, Dark Twin! Doesn't a little fairytale every once in awhile make ya feel good? | | |
| hey Mouse, did you get your blog fixed up like you wanted? the song is catchy! isn't it? | | |
| Miss Lou, good Monday to ya! I'm still slaving till 5 ... sheesh long day already! I'm on break right now! Hope you're having a marvelicious day! | | |
| Ya know? I am almost thinking this story isnt even from real life... I think it's made up. Ya know? It was a good one!  |  | |
| I'm sure you appreciate the happy ending, don't you? | | |
well here if you are not me, you take paper and go poop in the woods!hehehe BC and yes I liked your CUTE lil tale Bella baby...or did I mean tail? hmmmm  | | |
| Oh Yeah! I'm always up for a happy ending! WOOT!  | | |
 BC ~ Go to my room, you naughty boy!  | | |
| and turning up the music I see! You like it loud too, dontcha? | | |
