A Fairytale, a Family Tradition, a Little Innocent Potty Humor, and a Three Year Old’s Laughter
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In
a land far, far away, Prince Aa-choo searched for his princess, the love of his
life. Oh, how he longed to find that
beautiful maiden who could laugh with him and who could love him in spite of
his one BIG flaw— his frequent and extremely loud sneezes—sneezes so loud, the
rest of the kingdom would run for cover, certain the sky would be falling soon. Oh, he tried to keep the noise level of his
sneezes down, but the need to sneeze would come on so fast, that he had no time
to think of trying to quiet the noise. Why,
he barely had time to cover his nose.
Having a tissue in hands at all time was a must.
Prince
Aa-choo met many beautiful maidens in his search for true love. But after one sneeze too many, each girl
would run from the castle complaining that his sneezes were downright
frightening to hear and too much to bare.
It was almost enough to break the prince's heart.
Then
after months of searching, of being lonely, he heard a wizard telling a story
of a poor maiden in a land many miles from his kingdom. What really intrigued Prince Aa-choos was
that this maiden had been cursed with the inability to sneeze. Oh, the inside of her nose would tickle and
she could feel the sneeze at the tip of her nose, but then she just couldn’t
follow through.
Instantly,
the prince had a thought. What better
person to understand his flaw than a princess who longed to sneeze? So he packed his bags, readied his carriage,
and off he went to find his sneeze-less maiden, whom he was certain would
become his princess bride.
After
long days of traveling, he came upon her village. It was late, but the prince could not wait
until morning. So he quietly climbed the
tower to her room where she slept. He
walked over to her bed and gazed down at her. She was so beautiful he feared
she could never love a sneezing man like himself. But without thinking he leaned down and
pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. The
collar of his shirt was covered in fur, and as he kissed her, the fur brushed
across the end of her nose, and she drew in a big breath and then . . . and
then she did the impossible. She
sneezed. What's more, she sneezed all
over the prince! Covered him in boogers.
She
woke up, startled by the prince’s presence in her chambers, but so happy that
she had actually sneezed, she hugged him, and when she did, she sneezed again. Then the prince sneezed and it was so loud it
shook the walls of her tower. They both
started laughing. They lived happily
ever after and had children who could always sneeze. And could sneeze as loud as they needed to.
The
End.
Okay…I
know that was a stretch from my regular blogs, but you see, hubby and I had our
three-year-old granddaughter staying with us this weekend. And my granddaughter, knowing her grandmother
is a storyteller, is always saying, “Mawmaw, tell me a story. Please, just one more.”
Funny
thing is, I may be the first published writer in my family, but being from
Alabama, part of that Southern culture and my heritage involves
storytelling. Oh, the stories my family
would tell around the kitchen table. I
can still remember asking my grandfather to tell me about the mean rooster he
accidentally killed with his sling shot.
Part
of me, when I’m telling crazy stories—stories that instill laughter from my
fairytale-loving granddaughter—knows that I’m carrying on a family tradition. One that I’m sure began even before my
grandfather started talking about mean roosters.
Oh,
I know the story of Prince Aa-Choo may not be one of my best works, but you
see, Pawpaw, my hubby, is a champion loud sneezer. When his granddaughter heard him sneeze while
he was downstairs, and she was upstairs, she found it very humorous. And then that evening, when the Little
Wonder insisted grandma tell her a story. . .
Well, the story of Prince Aa-Choo just came into being.
And
no matter how silly it was, that Little Wonder laughed with delight at my
story. Her love of princesses, her love
of grandpa and his loud, thunderous sneezes, and her inherited love of potty
humor from her grandma, all came together in one story. And I have a feeling that someday down the
line, she’ll look at her own granddaughter and start a story that begins, “In a
land far, far way . . .”
So,
now you know what I did this weekend.
What did you guys do? Any stories
or fairytales to tell? And today, in
honor of my next release, Blame it on
Texas, a story that has love, laughter, and a little potty humor, I’m
giving away my first ARC. So make sure
you leave a comment.
Mawmaw
. . . Or AKA, Crime Scene Christie