Posted in Posted by Martha Finley

  Their world should not be this happy, were the thoughts of Penny. They were cursed. The appearence they had now was not their real one, just as her own appearance was not hers. She wished this is what they all really looked like, but deep down in her heart she knew it was not so.

  A voice came down the hallway to her." Penny, oh Princess Penny!"

  Princess..... Penny sighed. No one had answered her when she asked about her being a princess. She told the King that she was the blacksmith's daughter, not the king's. Still they called her princess, and the confusement inside of her tore her feelings to bits.

 She solemnly answered." Yes, may I help you?" A servant girl of about the same age as Penny with round cheeks, a bright smile, and the greenest eyes Penny had ever seen looked at her.

  "Well, no your highness. There not a thing you can do for me." she giggled, causing  little pieces of curly golden hair to fall from where it was held back by a bun on the top of her head. " But, I can help you. The feast is about to begin, and that simple dress you are wearing at the moment just won't do, no it won't."

 Simple dress!

  "Well," slowly began Penny. She dragged the word well for a moment." Perhaps you could help me find a more, um, a more less simple dress."

  "I sure can, your highness!" The servant girl pulled at Penny's sleeve, looking at the fine white and silver material as if it were a sack." Nope, like I said this dess won't do. No, no, no it will not!"

  She led Penny back down the long hallway, through many rooms, and back up the stairs to the same room she had been in earalier. The servent girl walked over to the wall on the far right side of the room, and knocked. Penny stared in awe as it opened, revealing a closet full of dresses. The servant girl acted as if it were common to have closets come out of walls. She went through twenty or so dresses before she finally pulled one out.

  The dress was of silver, long flowy sleeves, and white roses stitched into it. The dress was long, for it had a back that would drag the floor. Indeed this dress seemed finer then the one Penny wore at that moment, but still, Penny could never call the white dress simple. No, simple was completley not the word she would use to describe it.

  The servent girl danced around as she came over to Penny, holding out the fine dress of silver with white. She held it out towards Penny, and Penny took it. Then she walked back over to the closet and reached down ito the bottom of it. She mumbled a few phrases that Penny could not understand, and then finally came out, her hands grasping a medium sized white box.

  The girl looked around, scratched her curly blond head and muttered." Oh, where did I put it? The king will no doubt be angered if he finds out I-" the rest of the sentence Penny could not understand. The girl looked around the room as if one who was it in a game of children's hide and seek.

  "If you tell me what you are looking for, mabe I could help ou find it?" The other girl ran around the room, obviously not able to hear Penny in her panic.

  Suddenly raising her voice, Peny yelled,"I could help you if you just tell me what your looking for!" The room became silent.

  The servant stood up, for she had been on her hands and knees searching the floor for whatever it was that was missing.

  "No need to shout, your highness." She wiped dust that had been on the floor where she was looking from her white servant's dress." I am only in search for your crown. It is silver, and has tiny gems on it at the front. Each gem, fine looking gems might I add, is in the shape of a rose."

  "That crown!"

  " What do you mean 'That crown'? Have you seen it before?" She was now looking behind the mirror.

  Penny stood up, and walked over to the other girl.

  "Yes, I have seen it." She reached for the top of her head.  Now holding the object that had rested on her light brown hair, she held it before the servent. " Might this me the crown?"

  The servent shouted for joy, and grabbed the beuatiful shiny gem covered crown.

  "Oh thank you your highness, wherever did you find it-Oh never mind. It is safe, and the king shall not be angry." She put it on the bed, where the Penny had also laid the dress and the white box. She smoothed out a few wrinkles in the dress, and then turned and faced Penny.

  "Now, before we make Prince-um, I mean King Matthew," she nervously laughed," angry by our being late, you best put the dress on." And with that she left the room, a skip to every one of her steps....the good LORD willing, to be continued.

GOD bless,

Martha Finley