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And as I wanted to be inspired I stopped reading a little while ago and wrote a story. I like to base what I write on something existing, so for this story I used the mother with three daughters idea, which frequently shows up in fairy tales. However, typically the youngest, who is the heroine, is dazzlingly beautiful while the two older sisters are usually ugly… So I decided to write this story with it the opposite way. So I hope you enjoy this fairy tale! And the moral too:)

Plain Jane
By Elizabeth Von Fange

Once upon a time there was a widow who had three daughters. The two eldest were dazzlingly beautiful and they were the pride of their mothers heart. The youngest daughter, however, was plain to the point of being ugly and her name was Jane.

The mother could not bear the sight of Jane so she sent her out to tend the sheep while her other two sisters sat around the house and enjoyed themselves since their mother felt that housework might mar their beauty. Jane didn’t like being the plain one of the family and often sat and wished that she was beautiful while the sheep wandered off and found out whether or not the grass was greener on the other side of the fence. As she was punished each time the sheep got away from her, Jane soon learned that sitting and wishing for beauty only brought sadness and despair, so one day, she decided that she was not going to wish to be beautiful any more.

Like many good intentions made during the end of the month of December, it didn’t last long, for about a week later as she sat and the sheep seemed to be behaving themselves perfectly she couldn’t help wishing that she was as beautiful as her sisters. And as usual the sheep scattered in every direction but as Jane was paying a bit more attention to them than usual, she saw the last sheep running off and getting up, she ran to chase it.

The sheep decided that it’s new duty in life was to run as fast as it possibly could in any direction it chose to, except towards home, and as Jane was a bit too plump to be any great runner, she could not catch up with the sheep. In fact, it was a good thing the sheep was quite plump too, or else it would have quickly left her behind.

After quite some time of running the sheep finally got tired and as Jane was already tired, they both sat down for a rest with Jane keeping a tight hold on the sheep. As though she seemed incapable of learning of her lesson Jane was about to go into a long period of wishing that she was tall and slim like her sisters when she suddenly heard a loud crash, and then cries for help.

Her sheep heard them too and decided to run in the opposite direction while Jane decided that if followed, the sheep would head in the opposite direction of home, where as, if ignored, the sheep might just wander back closer to home. So she quickly ran in the direction of the cries for help.
As she ran towards the sound Jane couldn’t help wondering who was making them, for the voice that was calling for help was one she had never heard before. When she finally saw who it was she was quite surprised, for it was a handsome prince! His horse, as near as she could tell, had just gone underneath a branch which was just the perfect height off the ground to unhorse it’s rider.

Jane was wondering why the prince had not gotten up off the ground, and was rather worried that he was hurt as she walked over and offered her assistance in helping him off the ground. He accepted gladly and after he stood on his feet he asked her if she could see his horse anywhere around.

Since the horse was standing directly in front of them with a self satisfied smirk on its face, Jane wondered if their was something wrong with the prince’s eyes. On pointing out the horse the prince informed her that he was blind. As he couldn’t notice whether she was pretty or not Jane felt as though this was her lucky day, and it was. For the as the prince listened to the melodious sound of her voice he fell in love with her. As Jane was really hoping that this would happen she gave him quite a bit to listen to as she tried to take the long cut back to the road. Since she had no idea as were it was anyway she succeeded in her object of it taking quite a long time to get anywhere and they probably would have been wandering around in the woods for hours more if they hadn’t met up with the prince’s attendants, who were quite glad to finally see the prince as they had been looking for him for hours. As by this time the prince was madly in love with Jane he invited her to return to his castle with him where they got married and lived happily ever after.

As for Jane’s two beautiful sisters, well, they never had the fortune to run across any handsome princes so they had to settle for lesser men. However as one of the sisters of later became a Duchess, and the other became a Countess, they can hardly be pitied.

MORAL: Beauty isn’t everything, and you don’t want to have anything to do with sheep if you can help it because in 999,999,999,999,999 cases out of 1,000,000,000,000,000 they won’t go running in the direction of a handsome prince.

It snowed yesterday. The morning services were cancelled due to snow and ice, but by this evening you could hardly tell there had been snow. We ate with the Diffies and the Books(that is how their last name is pronounced.

Having now had to repeat this story a few times I think I shall hereby relate the story behind the story of this fairy tale that I wrote. It was last Saturday when I was ill and going to David’s Bridal to look at Bridesmaids dresses. I was going to wear something a little nicer than tennis shoes so I put on a pair of brown shoes I had never worn before, to my knowledge. You can see the shoes in question if you look at the post before this one. I just about always wear white socks, since I don’t really have any black ones, so I put on white socks with the shoes. However, as the shoes were a little small, I had to take the thick white socks off, and put on a pair of thinner ones. Combined with an illness, changing a pair of stubborn shoes is not too fun plus the blouse I was wearing had this tie thing at the neckline and I couldn’t get that to cooperate either. And it was about time to go. So when Mom said “Oh, and wear black socks with those shoes” I did not wish to change socks. In fact I purposely ignored black socks and just went down to the car thinking in my crazed mind that white socks would probably go better with the formal gowns I would be changing into. But Mommy being Mommy as soon as she got into the car she handed me a pair of Black socks. So in the car I had to take off the nice comfortable white socks and put on a pair of huge black socks that came all the way up to my knees. If you look at the picture you can’t even see what color of socks I’m wearing. Sometimes I do wish I didn’t have such a fashion conscious mother, but then I would probably make a whole lot of horrible blunders with what I’m wearing, and I would be blissfully unconscious of them and quite happy in that I would think I looked nice… Someday I may learn the rules of fashion, but at the present moment, I doubt it…

And in case you are wondering about the title of this post, Yes, I was imitating Yoda. And for those of you who have no clue who Yoda is, I would advise you to watch “Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back”. He is the Green Creature.

I think that I shall end this post as it is probably quite long enough.

Mom read the post I wrote earlier today… She said that I needed to eat something before posting and not one word of sympathy did I get about my Neopets account… However Mommy has been really nice about my illness. My room is looking lovely currently, and guess what has been uncovered! A CREEK with a BRIDGE across it, and a fishing pole! Plus a garden! Now for those of you who may be really wondering about this I have a lovely mural on one of my walls(you can see part of it in some of the movies I’ve made and put on here) and the bottom part of it has been invisible due to the amount of stuff piled against it. Most of this has been moved and I can see a lot more of my room than I have seen in months… or is it years?

I must say, “Pride and Predjudice” is very enjoyable, or to rephrase that, I have very much been enjoy listening to an unabridged audio recording of “Pride and Predjudice”. Elizabeth Bennett reminds me a bit of myself at times, though I have never met a Mr. Darcy, or Collins for that matter. The amount of long words used in the works of Jane Austin are tremendous… I am still not quite sure what “Insipidity” means.

I’m hoping this is a “Cheerful Post” but to make sure I will write some more cheerful things. It is not howling with tornados outside, Walmart has not closed, Polly is here with me, my home has not burned down, dragons are not ruining the land, evil tyrants have not taken over the world, my room still is a little bit messy, Internet is not down, I can post, Mommy has not mentioned School in a while, I am getting to go on a Cruise in June, I don’t think my computer is going to take over the world or crash within the next ten minutes, and I’M SAVED AND GOING TO HEAVEN!!! That last one is a very cheerful thought.

And I am feeling much better than I was when I wrote the last post. Though I still would like to go to Walmart:)

I am still sick, and at the moment I don’t feel particularly happy… I know I ought to be happy but I’ve noticed that generally an action is followed by an equal and opposite reaction and that when a person is unhappy, typically they are either about to be very happy, or have just been very happy. I suppose the main reason I am unhappy currently, aside from the fact that I am still sick, is that my Neopets.com account was “frozen” which means that I can’t play with it anymore. As I had spent a LOT of time and effort on building and adding to that account, losing it isn’t too fun. I haven’t cried about it yet though, but I sure felt like it last night once the general shock wore off. And watching Sky Captain last night didn’t seem to help the situation… I probably would have enjoyed Sky Captain if I had seen it when I wasn’t depressed but when I am depressed I look at the depressing side of things, so I didn’t enjoy Sky Captain. At least my family did…

Currently my room is being worked on. I suppose it really is very nice to not have to clean up my room myself, but for some reason I don’t like it clean… I suppose because I’ve been saying “Yes, you can get rid of that” a lot. I am a hoarder of “stuff”.

I do apologize for putting a depressing post on here, but I decided that I would as occasionally I am not happy and cheerful and as it is a rare event that I am as unhappy as I currently am, I may as well document it. I’ll probably be much happier and cheerful once I eat a nice hot meal and have a good nights rest and am healthier and go shopping(which I haven’t done in some time, that may be another cause of my depression, no Walmart in a week or more…) I’ll probably be just fine. Oh, and it snowed today, so I can’t go to Walmart…

And I think I’ll end this post now and maybe go downstairs and find something to eat.

In case you do not know, my Dad owns The Light Source, a company that makes clamps to hang lights with as well as other things of like nature. Recently The Light Source website has been given some tweaks, by Daniel(who else?) and it now has more products etc. on it. So what I think I am going to try to do is write here an advertisement story for The Light Source that way my Dad can see it and I can find out whether it can be put on The Light Source website and whether I might possibly get paid for it…

Once upon a time there was a very young and beautiful princess who was about to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. On this special occasion the king of that land declared that a special ball was to be given. The queen, who was found of decorating, ordered that all of the crystal chandeliers in the ball be room be hung with garlands of flowers and bird cages so that the air would be filled with sweet perfume and sweet song. All was going well, until the queen decided to use gold bird cages, for gold bird cages are heavy and already there was a great deal of weight on the chandeliers. So it was that as the queen stood back for the full effect of the room, one of the old cast iron clamps(NOT a Light Source Clamp) that attached the chandelier to the roof, broke and the chandelier and all on it came crashing to the ground, fortunately no one was beneath it. As if that was a signal all of the other chandeliers came crashing down, all of them save one. That chandelier had been but recently added and it was hung by a (insert climactic music here) Mega Clamp.

The king came in to view the damage and he suddenly had a vision of what would have happened if there had been people underneath the chandeliers. The King immediately called in the royal lighting director and asked him for an explanation. It was fairly clear what had happened, the non Light Source Clamps had broken under the weight but the Mega Clamp was still holding the weight quite easily and didn’t even look the slightest bit stretched. So the king immediately banished the old clamps from his land and ordered The Light Source Clamps to replace them, and just to make sure that the new crystal chandeliers the queen ordered didn’t break, he even used Mega Claws which had a stronger load rating, that way if the queen chose to hang elephants from the crystal chandeliers she could do so…

Everything was fixed in time for the princesses birthday party and it was a grand success and the birds chirped merrily as they had no fear of falling and everybody lived happily ever after.

MORAL: Use The Light Source Products

(small print: Note, an elephant would probably be a bit heavy to hang with just one Mega Claw, but you could probably hang an elephant with more than one Mega Claw, however I do not recommend trying this at home.)

Having now had to repeat this story a few times I think I shall hereby relate the story behind the story of this fairy tale that I wrote. It was last Saturday when I was ill and going to David’s Bridal to look at Bridesmaids dresses. I was going to wear something a little nicer than tennis shoes so I put on a pair of brown shoes I had never worn before, to my knowledge. You can see the shoes in question if you look at the post before this one. I just about always wear white socks, since I don’t really have any black ones, so I put on white socks with the shoes. However, as the shoes were a little small, I had to take the thick white socks off, and put on a pair of thinner ones. Combined with an illness, changing a pair of stubborn shoes is not too fun plus the blouse I was wearing had this tie thing at the neckline and I couldn’t get that to cooperate either. And it was about time to go. So when Mom said “Oh, and wear black socks with those shoes” I did not wish to change socks. In fact I purposely ignored black socks and just went down to the car thinking in my crazed mind that white socks would probably go better with the formal gowns I would be changing into. But Mommy being Mommy as soon as she got into the car she handed me a pair of Black socks. So in the car I had to take off the nice comfortable white socks and put on a pair of huge black socks that came all the way up to my knees. If you look at the picture you can’t even see what color of socks I’m wearing. Sometimes I do wish I didn’t have such a fashion conscious mother, but then I would probably make a whole lot of horrible blunders with what I’m wearing, and I would be blissfully unconscious of them and quite happy in that I would think I looked nice… Someday I may learn the rules of fashion, but at the present moment, I doubt it…

This evening I decided I ought to film this movie since I had had the characters picked out for some time I needed to put them away where they belonged. So I filmed this very quickly and put it on here. There is a plot in the extended edition but it hasn’t been filmed yet and may never be… Oh, and since I was sick I used a stunt double to play me. The resemblance is striking… I hope you enjoy the movie!

Part One
Part Two

Once upon a time a handsome prince set out across the seven seas, and the seven mountains, and the seven dragons, to rescue a fair and beautiful princess. So at last, after great adventures, the prince approached the beautiful princess. He gazed at her, enchanted by her loveliness. She gazed back at him and then she spoke, each word tinkling like a diamond falling on mud, “Your socks don’t match your outfit.”

The puzzled prince looked down at his socks, and to his eyes he could discern nothing wrong with them. As he further contemplated the matter he felt that marriage to a princess, however fair, whose taste disagreed with his own would not be pleasant so he turned himself about and left and found a very pretty girl who didn’t care if his socks matched or not so long as he loved her, and they got married and lived happily ever after.

One day another prince decided to attempt the perilous journey to rescue the fair princess. And like his predecessor, he too had little difficulty with the many dangers and adventures surrounding the princess. He too, in his turn approached the princess and gazed enchanted at her beauty. And, as before, she looked upon him and spoke, this time in a voice as mellow as an unripe pear, “Your socks don’t match.”

The prince looked down, then looked at the princess again and then he felt that she had to be the most wonderful princess in the world, for she had an eye so discerning that she was able to tell, through a suite of armor, that his socks didn’t match. So they got married and lived happily ever after! THE END

MORAL: Some people notice socks, and some don’t. I am one who doesn’t notice them and my mother is one who does. Both ways can be good, and both ways can be annoying in their own turn.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful young princess with tangerine colored hair and royal blue eyes. One day as she was observing her pet kitten coughing up a hair ball she couldn’t help wondering whether or not a handsome prince was going to propose to her at the ball that night. She highly doubted it since most of the princes she knew could hardly have the word “handsome” applied to them and the rest of the princes seemed to make the word “plain” far too complementary.

As she glided across the room to her royal closet to examine the gowns hanging in their stately solitude while her kitten continued in it’s occupation she began to wonder on a new subject, whether or not cat hair really enhanced the beauty of her gowns. She was almost on the point of having her kitten removed from the vicinity of her gowns when suddenly a royal trumpet rang. As this happened quite frequently the princess simply walked as swiftly as she could to the window to see who it was, instead of sprinting, and she felt as though she should have sprinted when she saw for whom the trumpets blew.

For riding into the castle courtyard came a prince so handsome that the princess’s heart was won instantly, though she wouldn’t have admitted it at that time since nobody was around to mention the fact to, except her kitten and it was still too busy to bother with princes, a veterinarian, yes but a prince, no.

As the prince went inside the castle it suddenly dawned on the princess that she probably ought to go down to the main hall to greet him and she was about to rush downstairs when a thought struck her and she stopped suddenly in her tracks, for she had just seen a mirror.

Calmly returning to her room she selected another gown from her closet and with a withering glance the kitten, who seemed completely unaware that it had sent the hair ball in the direction of the princess, the princess changed her gown.

The princess’s lady in waiting arrived a moment later to inform her that she had a visitor and with a word to the lady in waiting to remove the kitten from the premises until it had learned manners and the respect due to the gowns of a princess, the princess quickly made her way into the castle hall.

Now the kitten had really done the princess a favor for the princess had been wearing a pink and purple polka-dotted gown, and pink and purple polka-dot was the only color that the handsome prince really detested. So when he looked up and beheld the princess in her gown of violet, instead of turning his head away in disgust, he gazed at her and then fell hopelessly in love. Being a man of action he instantly proposed and the princess accepted him and they shortly thereafter got married and he carried her off to his kingdom where his seven slobbering Mastiff’s made the princess feel that kittens aren’t so bad after all. But they still lived happily ever after! THE END!!!