I’m serializing my fairy tale novel, Tickling Butterflies. A new fairy tale ‘episode’ is published every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday.
Here’s the story so far.
Enjoy the latest fairy tale:
The Prince and the Bath
(Containing the ill-fated story of Prince Charming the Fifth’s childhood.)
Once upon a time, when John the Cute was still a child, King Charming the Fourth came back to the palace from his journey to the farthest corner of the farthest shire in the farthest land of the Land of All Legends: Bambooville.
He had traveled there, disguised as a blue and noble bird, and learned the true and noble nature of John the Cute. The king returned, certain that John the Cute was a king more fitting than his own son. Now he was certain that the prophecy he had heard so many years ago had been right, and that John the Cute would be the only man to save the Land of All Legends from the terrible ailments that plague it.
King Charming the Fourth decided that his son, Prince Charming the Fifth, must never become king.
Prince Charming the Fifth was a spoiled child. Whenever he wanted something, he would shout and stomp his foot and his wish would be granted.
Prince Charming the Fifth liked to yell and shout. So when his wish was fulfilled, he would shout and stomp his foot and say that he wanted something else.
Nothing was ever good enough for the prince. He would shout and stomp his feet from the first moment he woke up in the morning until he fell asleep from exhaustion at night.
King Charming the Fourth came up with an idea that would give Prince Charming the Fifth what he wanted but also keep him away from the throne.
The prince liked to take baths. Since standing water in the Land of All Legends creates a magical need to stay in the water, the prince would always scream and shout while bathing for more fresh water. And so stale water was taken out by servants and fresh water from the river was brought in.
The king ordered that the servants carrying the buckets of water taken out of the prince’s bath would take a trip around the castle. Once back from the trip, they would pour the stale water back in, as if it was fresh water, washing the prince with it.
The prince’s bath was as big as a pool, and water was constantly taken out from one side and put in from another.
The day came, and the prince began to take a bath, not aware of the king’s orders. The more Prince Charming the Fifth bathed, the more he wanted to bath. Although he constantly shouted “More fresh water! Bring me more fresh water!” he never noticed that the water had turned brown.
And so Prince Charming the Fifth spent years and years in the bath, never realizing he was swimming in the same water.
This has been the sad tale of Prince Charming the Fifth’s childhood, in which we learned that even kings who are good at their job are not always good parents.
(To be continued on Sunday…)