This is a story I have wanted to get off Giligan for some time. As Jack says, the website can be a little bleak. This is the mother flipping antithesis of that statement. Giligan wrote this for a girl. It makes me want to be that girl so I can sploosh all over the damn place.
I have never really read a modern fairy tale which has appealed to me as much as this piece. Thanks pal.
-The Egg Party
The Hairy Prince
by Giligan 'Pseudonym' Dreyfus
Once upon a time their was a hairy prince. The prince was brave and boisterous on the outside but sometimes, when alone, he was a little bit sad and lonely. So one day he decided to go on and adventure, as princes are often wanting to do when they are a bit sad.
The prince roamed far and wide, speaking and feasting with all the people in his land. Still something was missing. So on he went, further than he had ever been before to a strange land where the trees were giant flowers of jasmine, lily and rose. It was here among the great flowering forest that he stumbled upon a great tower all covered in moss and bejeweled ivy creepers, its gemstones sparkling like so many stars in the night sky.
He sat a while and marveled at this magical place he had discovered, and just as he was about to doze off against a giant rose-tree, a movement from the top of the tower stirred him from his slumber. As he glanced up his eyes widened and a smile that he could hardly contain flew across his face. A beautiful maiden had appeared at the window and as the hairy prince beamed with excitement, she could not help but smile back.
'He-Hello.. there', the prince stammered, unable to contain his excitement but shocked at how nervous he had become.
'Hello kind prince, I am Princess Ebony', her voice sweet as the scent of the flowers surrounding her tower, the prince felt as though a spell was cast upon him, filing him with warmth and happiness.
'Why don't you come down Princess? we can walk and talk and be merry till the sun sets', the prince exclaimed.
'I cant come down sweet prince, for I am afraid of heights and the stairs are ever so rickety', she sighed.
'Very well', the Hairy Prince exclaimed, getting an idea, 'I will sit and talk with you till you no longer are afraid'.
And so they talked through to the early hours, exchanging stories, smiling and laughing until both fell into a deep sleep.
The next day the Hairy Prince felt like he had slept enough for ten men to feel rested, and had the strength of an ox. He walked down to a nearby stream and plucked a handful of pebbles from under a bridge then placed them at the bottom of the tower one by one, counting as he went. The Princess emerged from the tower, seeing what he was doing she was curious, 'Good morning sweet Prince, what are you doing?'.
The Prince looked up, a cheeky grin upon his face, 'every time I learn something new about you, I will place a pebble'.
The Princess was intrigued, wanting to know what the Prince had in store, she began telling him all about herself. And sure enough, every time the Hairy prince learnt something, he would place a pebble by his feet at the foot of the tower. This happened everyday, and as each day ended, the Princess felt closer to the Prince. So much so that he appeared closer as she looked at him. The Prince was now smiling all the time as knew his plan was working and noticed he longer felt sad or lonely.
Finally, the day came and the prince marched over to the tower with his last bag of pebbles. As he placed the last pebble down by his feet, the Princesses eyes widened and she let out a gasp of delight. The mountain of pebbles had reached all the way from the ground to her window. The Hairy Prince beamed his cheeky smile, took the princess by the hand and walked her down the smooth pebble mound to the grass below the tower. But someone had been watching from the trees, angry red eyes darting about, looking for a thief!
All of a sudden it burst into the clearing, a slimy green troll, covered in river mud and weeds!
'OI FUR-FACE! YOU STOLE MY PEBBLES!' the troll roared as he charged at the Hairy Prince.
The Hairy Prince turned and drew his sword, but although he was brave, he knew he was no match for the hulking beast bearing down upon him. Then, before the Hairy Prince could even take a swipe, the beautiful Princess rushed forward blocking the angry trolls charge.
'Please stop Mr. Troll!'.
At the sound of the Princesses voice the Trolls heart softened and he came to a stop just short of her. He leant over, bending an ear to listen.
'The Hairy Prince only borrowed the pebbles, sir. He was only using them to rescue me'.
She turned and pointed at the tower with the mountain of pebbles sloped around the side.
'I don't need that place any more, if you would like a new home I would gladly give it to you'.
The troll looked up at the gleaming tower surrounded by his beloved pebbles, then back at the Hairy Prince and the Beautiful Princess. And to the Hairy princes surprise, the Troll cracked a huge toothy grin, swept them both up in a squishy, slimy hug and then bounded over to his new home.
And so the Princess had saved the Hairy Prince once again with her kindness. They held each other for the first time, not wanting to let go, and shared their first kiss, under the trees of rose, jasmine and lily.
And they all lived happily ever after.