I turned to look at the pack. They were all waiting intently to hear the news. “It’s a riddle,” I informed them.
“I never like those things,” Clinton replied.
I nodded, “It’s also Kara’s turn.”
Kara paled. “My story’s not going to be like your guys’,” she warned. Then she began:
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who’s the fairest
One of all
It shall be me
The fairest queen of all
Once upon a time
There was a queen
She judged everyone
By their beauty
Everywhere she went
She always judged
What her people wore
If they were regal
They were wed
If they wore rags
They were snagged
And ragged
And were dead
To her at least
One day
The queen did wed
She had her baby
Before the town was fed
The honorable feast
Her baby was ugly
Or so she thought
So her daughter
Was locked away
She couldn’t play
She prayed
And hoped
Her mother would
Like her better
But she never did
The queen ruled
By what she saw
Never by
What’s inside
One day the queen asked
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who’s the fairest
One of all
This time she answered
My daughter
I don’t like her better
Than me
She’s not as pretty
Nor as fair
We shall
Cut off her hair
And so it was done
Everyday she asked
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who’s the fairest
One of all
And everyday she answered
My daughter
I still don’t like her better
Than me
She shall be woken
At a quarter till three
And so it was done
Her daughter
The servants liked better
They did as the queen said
But they did it with dread
The queen again asked
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who’s the fairest
One of all
My daughter
I don’t like her better
Than I
She shall be treated
As if she were nine
And so she was
Each day the queen asked
Each day the daughter masked
Her fear
Her anger
She wanted to hear
The danger
Of the queen’s fall
But never heard the call
One day the queen
Had a change of heart
She wanted her daughter
Who was as thin as a bean
And as tall as a cart
She did like her better
So the queen
Named her successor
And they all lived
Happily ever after
“You aren’t really like that though,” I informed her.
She shrugged, “I’ve learnt to hide it. It’s kind of hard when your mother designs clothing for super skinny people like your older sisters.”
“Kara, you’re wonderful just the way you are,” she informed her. “Why would you be superficial like that?”
“Or jealous,” I added.
I waited for my phone to ring to let us know who was going next. I waited for quite awhile until I decided the person wasn’t going to call back.
“Well, Clinton or Taylor it’s your turn,” I informed them. “And then we’ll all think about the riddle.”
Taylor turned to Clinton, “You want to go?”
“Do you?” Clinton asked.
Taylor shrugged, “I’ll just go.”
“No, I can go,” Clinton argued.
Elizabeth spoke up, “Don’t argue, you guys. Taylor said that he would go before you offered to go. So, Taylor, go on ahead and say your story.”
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Space Tails
FantasyAria and the pack are back for a thrilling adventure involving a power hungry Men in Black agent who's planning to blow up the spaceship to bring the students back to AEISP (Advanced Education in Space Program). ...
