Wedding Plan Not Going Well

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).


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.

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