The wind blew strongly and messed up my flawless beautiful blonde hair, as I rode my horse through the streets of the town. I'd been riding for days. For what? — A lousy old glass slipper that had probably killed its owner of shoe bite. It was a size seven and a half. I've always had this thing for feet — whenever my father, the King, brings me a stuck-up, spoilt princesses to marry, I ask them for their shoe size (it's a great way to escape). I want my princess to have a perfectly sized pair of feet. But I've always felt that size seven was too small and size eight was too big.
Then there came along a fair maiden who danced with me at the royal ball. After she ran away at midnight (did her parents set her a curfew? I mean, c'mon, she was almost 20!), she left her ridiculously uncomfortable glass slipper at the place. I picked it up and saw it was a size seven-and-a-half. Absolutely perfect feet! So that is why I'm on this perilous journey. Trust me, its perilous; who would have thought these dainty young ladies would have such stinky feet? Oh no! I'm so stupid. I needn't have put the shoe on every girl I saw. I could have just asked them their shoe size. But I guess my amazingly handsome face, and silky shiny hair along with my gentleman-like charm makes up for my stupidity.
You think I'm vain? You really shouldn't judge people like that. Ok, I'm not going to keep you waiting any longer. I reached a house where there were two young women and their mother. Of course, their sizes weren't right. But this servant girl butts in and says her size is seven-and-a-half; pretty unusual, right?
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I made her try on the shoe just to be sure, then helped her on to my horse and rode off to my kingdom with her. On the way she told me some absurd story about a fairy Godmother and a pumpkin-shaped wagon that brought her to the royal ball. My brilliantly beautiful eyes widened as I thought ‘looks like I've picked up a loony nutcase, wonder if it's too late to turn back'. “But I needn't worry for it's against the rules for a fairytale to end in a disaster. It's going to end happily ever after. But still, I better keep my fingers crossed, just in case.
Rohita Mary Raju VIII D Vidyodaya School Thivakkal Ernakulam