I took action very quickly. Even my canary squawked in surprise. I took a great silver dish and hurled it at his great pointed head (at least it looked pointed to me).

CLANG !
Rustle
THUD !

The prince, with very, very little dignity and nonexistent elegance and valor, fell to the floor face first; Into the mud nearby.

“Serves you right, you haughty popinjay!” I gathered up my tresses and caressed them like I was holding a puppy.
“Don’t you dare come near me again!” I yelled at him.

He sat there for a bit. Then, there was a groan, and then a very hippopotamus like prince clambered on his horse and managed to stay on the saddle until he was out of my sight.