As the princess lay down on the feather bed high up in the cold stone tower, she knew it one day her prince would come. As time went by the princess dreamt of her sweet and gallant prince; he would be tall and brave. His hair would glint and glitter in the warm sunlight and his strong arms, that brandish his large sword, would bulge against the tight chain mail.
His journey would be hard and challenging, made harder by the fierce dragon that breathes fire. It would be a long battle, but the dragon proved no match to the strong prince. Next the prince would cut through miles of creeping vines that magically curl up his muscular legs, yet even this could not keep him from his true love.
As he ran up the stairs towards his prize possession, the prince was in doubt that ‘happily ever after’ lay ahead and all his troubles and toils had been worth it.
She could hear his foot steps on the stone steps and ran to the heavy door, knowing this gallant prince had risked life and limb to save her, and her alone.
As he bashed down the door with his mighty sword her heart beat faster with anticipation. At last all his toil would be over and life could begin with his one true love.
Their first kiss was magical and lasted for what felt like a life time and then, hand in hand they went off into the sunset galloping towards his giant castle to live happily ever after.
Fast forward a couple hundred years to 2012 and you’ll be shocked to find no prince in sight. If one was locked in a high rise now surrounded by pit bull terriers and stinging nettles, your man in question would holler from the gates “Oi! You there? At least meet me half way. Oh and bring the Weedol!”
Will we ever live happily ever after?
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