The Prince and the Squirrel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


A cautionary story about self and vanity.

Submitted: October 01, 2017

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The Prince and the Squirrel

 

 

A Prince sat sobbing atop a rotting log. His kingdom gone, his family ran away. His Princess long left. His crown lost among the scurry of self-righteous acts. The Prince’s spirit had sung its funeral march with the kingdoms former king. His tears fell unheard into the unloving forest bed. The young ruler’s hunger rose as he saw his meager pray. A squirrel scurried down from its wooden bastille and glanced at the forgotten would-to-be. The Prince stared longingly at the care-free animal. He needed to feed himself, how dare this lesser creature receive from the forest what he desperately needed. His mind wandered briefly to the castle, subjects, and beautiful queen he could have had. The young royal’s eyes drew to the sparkling, confused innocence that was the eye of the animal. The eyes of an animalwhose life consisted of nothing but the minor events of underlings that had swarmed the lands surrounding the royal’s old home. His new furious tears poured into the soft, earth. His thoughts buried themselves deeper, into the cold, rocky, and darkness of the Prince’s selfishness. His eyes still locked with the innocent creatures. He grabbed a stone lying next to him and threw it with all his pent-up insecurities at the thing still, looking at him with the beautiful black pearls. The rock stuck creature between its glaring gaze. The nobleman stared, slack-jawed red-furred body. The time that passed as the Prince wrapped himself around what he must do was more than could be counted by the falling orange leaves. The forgotten majesty’s clean, soft hands scooped up the dirty creature. The limp body slumped and almost slid out of the ignorant man’s grasp. His mind could not think as to why he’d struck the creature so. He thought, he had to do it as the lesser creature had been given a home, food, and probably a mate by the forest, while he had only been given a seat on which to remember how his life had not been like the fairy tales he’d been read to bed with. His stomach growled and he tossed the squirrel along the crumpled leaves. His mind immediately deciding on to go look for a cottage or village that would fill his need for sustenance and talk.


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