October 15, 2006
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EXCUSE
When I was in Advanced Fiction Writing, our professor had us write a creative excuse for not turning in an assignment, so if we ever forgot we could use our written excuse in substitute of the forgotten assignment. So, here was my creative excuse for not turning in an assignment. Which I never had to use by the way!
When you announced the other day in class that there was to be a contest to meet Prince Charming and perhaps be the fortunate one to wed him and all we had to do was write a fable and hand it in the next time class met. I began to think that if I was chosen to wed Prince Charming I would no longer have to clean up after my step mother and my ugly step sisters. No more scrubbing floors until my knuckles are red, no more washing all the clothes until the early hours of the morning, no more mending the clothes that they never wear, and finally no more tending to the animals and the gardens.
Since that day the only thing that was keeping me rational was the fact that I had finished my fable, which I thought was quite good. I was so proud of myself that I read my fable out loud, my ugly step sisters must have been listening when they burst into the kitchen, taking my fable from my very hands. My ugly step sisters wouldn’t allow a simple kitchen maid, who went to the same school as the servants children did, to win the contest to meet the Prince. They ripped my fable. Watching as the tiny pieces of paper fall to the ground broke my heart to know that I would never have the chance to meet Prince Charming.
As they walked away laughing their cruel laughs, I threw myself on my cot to drain my sorrows in my pillow, when I heard tiny little bells chime. I looked up and saw a golden light in the little corner with gold sparkling dust and in a flash there was a man in a pink two-two with white wings, waving a wand.
I had no idea who this person was, so I asked, “Who are you?”
Picking at his two-two, he glared at me. “I’m only a stand-in for your Fairy Godmother.”
“What’s with the outfit?” I couldn’t help but stare at how awkward he looked in the pink two-two.
“The wicked witch of the west shrunk my clothes, when she found out that I was the reason Dorothy’s house landed on her sister.” He gave her a little smile.
Was he for real! He claimed to be her Fairy Godmoth. . .I mean my Fairy Godfather. Where was my Fairy Godmother? So I asked him, “Where’s my Fairy Godmother?”
“She eloped with one of the Keebler elves. I heard she had a thing for short men.”
He was here to grant wishes and my wish was to have my fable. So, I asked for my wish. “Oh, Fairy Godfather, I wish to have my fable, so I may enter the contest to win the Prince’s heart.”
“Well, that is a little hard to do seeing as how my wand doesn’t work. I forgot to charge it before coming into work today.” Fairy Godfather just shrugged his shoulders and said, “I came to lend you my shoulders to cry on.” Fairy Godfather sat down next to me on my cot.
I leaned over and cried on his shoulder, for I had lost my chance at entering the contest to meet Prince Charming. I would have no fable to hand in to you, now I would always be a kitchen maid.
I write this note to ask you to please forgive me, for not handing in my fable on time. Which I know would have won not only the contest, but the Prince’s heart. Place the fault at my ugly step sisters for tearing up my fable and my stand-in good for nothing Fairy Godfather for his wand did not work.
The End
Comments (1)
That's a pretty elaborate excuse, I was thinking of a 2 line excuse. Hahaha.
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