Finally, Friday! This week went by so fast. I’m in speech class right now. She’s allowing us to use our computers while we wait to meet with her.
Interesting morning this morning. I was running late because I took too much time getting ready for class, so I ran out the door to Bonnie (My VW Beetle) and hopped in the drivers seat after tossing my backpack into the passenger’s seat. I stuck the key in the ignition…and the most horrifying honking started. I turned the car on to see if it would stop, but it wouldn’t! My hazard lights were on (and the button wasn’t pushed!) and the honking continued. I ran inside to tell mum, which only made her panic because she had to take my dog to the vet at 3. Ugh! It wouldn’t stop when she tried the car, so I ended up taking her car to campus today with the hope that my car would fix itself by the time she had to take the dog to the vet.
Electronics suck sometimes.
Anyway, I wanted to post this before the weekend. For my Women’s Studies midterm we had a choice of six things to do. I chose to rewrite a story, fairytale, folktale, myth, etc. into a feminist story. I chose to rewrite The Frog Prince as my project. Well, this is the final turnout of the story!
Please tell me what you think. I got good feedback from my family (my harshest critic is my mother, and I love her for it.) so I hope I will get a good grade from my professor! One of my goals for this class is to bring my grade up to an A since I had an F at the beginning of the semester =]
The Frog Prince Rewrite
“Father, I’m heading out for a walk,” the princess called up the stairs to her father as she slid her feet into her shoes and fixed the hat on her head. She heard nothing in response, so she exited the front doors of the castle and wandered into the woods. Some distance away she came to a cool spring of water with a beautiful rose in the middle of it. With a content sigh, she sat herself down near the edge of the water.
She peered at the object in her hand: a small golden ball. It was her most precious belonging. The princess began tossing the ball up in the air and catching it as it fell. After a time she threw the ball so high in the air that it flew past her hand and onto the ground. It bounced and rolled along the dirt until it fell into the deep, dark, cold spring.
The princess just stared at the spot the ball had fallen into and she felt her throat tighten. However, she did not cry. She stood up, dusted herself off, and rolled her shoulders back. There was nothing she could do about it now and the sky was beginning to turn a dark pink, so she trekked back to the castle.
The next day at dinner with her family, the princess heard a mysterious plopping noise from down the corridor. “What the…” the princess grumbled as she stood up from the table and went to peek down the hall. As she stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, she felt something bump her foot. She looked down and saw her toy.
“Father, did you have another golden ball made for me?” She asked as she picked the toy up and cleaned it with her skirt.
“I found it for you, Princess!” A rather high-pitched male voice called out. The princess gasped and looked around for the voice. Her vision landed on a slimy frog perched on a windowsill.
The princess blinked, stunned, and pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t in a dream. When she felt the pain from her pinch, she realized the frog was real. “Well, thank you…” She said with a nervous tone as she continued, “How are you speaking? Frogs can’t speak.”
“A witch cursed me. You see, I was human, but I crossed a witch one day who said she could help me with a problem. Instead, she turned me into a frog,” the frog spoke dramatically.
The princess sensed something was wrong with the story, but when she was about to ask, her father appeared by her side. “What is this?” He asked in a deep, booming voice.
“This frog brought my ball back,” the princess began, and then continued, “He was human, but was cursed by a witch. However…”
“Well, this calls for celebration! Come in, dine with us,” her father invited.
I don’t think frogs can eat human food, the princess thought as she eyed the creature and went back to her seat before her father and the frog. She sat down and waited for her father and the frog to enter the room so they may begin eating. Yet, it took them a few extra minutes.
Then her father returned with a wide grin on his face and the frog on his shoulder. He placed the frog on the table and announced, “Due to the frog returning your trinket, he has requested that you accept him as a companion, let him sit next to you and eat off your plate, and that you will love and cherish him for you are now his future bride.”
The princess couldn’t help but notice the smug look on the frog’s façade. “I will not!” She cried.
The king smacked his hand down on the table. “Enough! You will not disobey me!” He bellowed as he leaned over the table and grabbed the princess’s face in his hand. “You will do as you are told, for I am your father and I am king.”
The princess whipped her face away and sat back down at the table. Although her demeanor read that she was complacent, her mind reeled at the different ways to escape this ruling. She watched as the frog hopped over and began nibbling off her plate. She refused to eat from the same plate, so, while her father was occupied, the princess smuggled three rolls into her dress for later.
“Princess, I am finished. Take me to you bed so we may sleep together,” the smug, fat frog requested. The princess, unafraid of the disgusting, tiny creature picked him up and carried him through the castle to her room. Once she entered her chamber, she threw the frog onto her bed, locked her door, and went to clean her hands so she could eat her bread.
“Princess, your bed is so warm and comfy. Shall you come lay with me?” He asked. The princess laughed and ate her rolls as she played with her ball.
The frog jumped off her bed with a plop and hopped over to her. “Princess, come to bed now!” He yelled. The princess kicked him with her foot, sending him flying across the room. This action would have killed a normal frog, however, since this frog was cursed, it did no damage.
The princess knew what she had to do.
“My dear…” The frog croaked from the corner of her room.
The princess stood and placed her hands on her hips. “Hush! I will not marry you, nasty frog. I will not love you and I will not let you eat off my plate. However, I will let you sleep in my bed for one night, but only if tomorrow you leave the castle and take me with you. I will not stay with you, we will part ways when we enter the town outside the castle’s walls, and you will let me be,” she commanded.
The frog hopped up onto her bed and sprawled out in the very middle of her sheets. “Understood,” he told her.
The princess grumbled to herself and gathered pillows and sheets for herself. She spread them out on the floor at the end of her bed and lied down to sleep. She woke in the morning to a foot hanging off the bed over her. The princess was stunned and stood up, seeing a man now sprawled out on her bed.
“What?” She squeaked, confused.
The man rolled over and looked at her. “Good morning, Princess,” he said, his voice the same as the frog’s. She was stunned that the frog had now transformed into a beautiful man. However, that changed nothing.
Later that day, the princess and the frogman left the castle in a beautiful white carriage requested by her father for the “future husband and wife”. Yet, as soon as the tires rolled out the front gates of the castle, the princess stopped the driver and climbed out of the cab.
“Princess, please marry me. You are beautiful and so am I. We would make beautiful children…” The man started.
The princess continued to gather her things from the trunk on the back of the carriage. With a bright and cheery smile she grabbed his hand, making the man think she was going to say yes. But instead, she blurted out, “In your dreams,” and slammed the door on the carriage. She walked to the driver and told him to leave her there.
The wheels began rolling as the frogman called out for the carriage to stop and for the princess to reconsider. Yet, as the carriage got further and further away, the prince began yelling obscenities through the town that were directed at the princess. Although she could hear him, she didn’t care. She was free from the wrath of her father.
The princess bought a horse from a local villager by giving them all the belongings she had gathered from the carriage except for her golden ball. She rode the horse away from the town, and away from her castle. The princess ended up living her life independently by traveling around on horseback with a clan of other runaway princesses who all refused to let another man control any of them ever again.
“The Frog Prince.” Classic Children’s Stories RSS. N.p., n.d. Web. 19 Mar. 2014.