martes, 14 de julio de 2009

Rapunzel, an updated version of the classic fairy tale


Once upon a time there was a little girl called Rapunzel whose blonde hair and rosy cheeks made her look adorable. However, she was no angel. Rapunzel loved dressing up in her mummy’s best clothes. Her mother, Lady Bubington, being a fashion designer, felt that her daughter was destroying her career.
When Rapunzel reached her teens, the situation got worse. In the end, Lady Bubington got fed up with it and took her daughter to the middle of the forest and shut her up in a tower which had neither stairs nor doors, only a small window at the very top.


Rapunzel spent most of the day alone. However, she rarely felt lonely. Via the Internet, she could reach any part of the world just with a click. She would spend hours chatting with her lots of friends.
One night, a Prince passed by the tower and heard Rapunzel’s voice:

“I don't need romance -I only wanna dance
I’m gonna let my hair hang down…”[1]

The Prince longed to see the singer, but he found no way to enter the place. He was about to leave when he saw a woman approaching, so he hid behind a bush. It was Lady Bubington. “Rapunzel, let your hair down, I’ve come to give you a good-night hug,” she cried. Rapunzel undid her long plaits and allowed her to climb up. After a few minutes her mother was gone.
Once alone, the Prince shouted out the very same words and reached the top of the tower. When Rapunzel caught sight of the Prince, she started yelling: “Please, don’t hurt me, I will give you anything you want.” “I’m not a thief,” said he, “I’m Prince Simon. We chatted last month, do you remember me?” “Yes,” she lied. Taking her hand in his, he went on: “I love you honey, marry me!” “What?” Rapunzel shrieked, “You men believe you can turn our world upside down just because. I have a life of my own, blue-blooded boy.” Suddenly, a flying car parked next to the window. “Hi Osama,” she said batting her eyelashes. She gave him a kiss and both of them drove away.
You may wonder what happened with them… Rapunzel left Osama because she couldn’t cope with his pyromaniac tendencies any longer. She changed her hairstyle, obtained a patent on her beautiful hair and made quite a fortune. From now on every time you come across a Barbie doll, you will be taking a look at Rapunzel’s shiny hair.
[1] “Man! I Feel Like A Woman!” written by Shanaia Twain

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