Wednesday, 21 July 2010
Victoria Stitch at the Palace (part 3 of 3)
'You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.' he says in a slightly forced manner.
'Oh I know,' says Victoria Stitch waving her hand airily. 'I am so very beautiful. I am Cinderella!'
'May I have the pleasure of a dance with you?' he asks uneasily.
'If you must,' says Victoria Stitch, putting all the shrimps in her mouth at once. 'But you can't kiss me. I'll have fish breath.'
'You are... Cinderella?' he whispers.
'Oh yes!' answers Victoria Stitch. 'Most definitely!'
The Prince breathes in relief.
'Well then, we must dance!' he says taking Victoria Stitch by the hand. 'Come this way, do you know how to foxtrot?'
'How about you take off your glass slippers?' he suggests in a whisper. 'In fact may as well give me one of them now. Save me the trouble of running after you later.'
Then in a most ungentlemanly manner, he lifts up the corner of Victoria Stitch's orange satin skirt and holds out his hand for her foot.
'You're no Cinderella!' he cries, leaping up in fury. 'I knew it!'
'I am!' shrieks Victoria Stitch. But then she sees the crowd and Royal family advancing towards her and she turns and bolts out of the room, grabbing a handful of chocolate covered strawberries as she goes.
'Catch her!' shouts the Prince. 'She's an impostor! Put her in prison!'
'Oh sugarplum fairies,' mutters Victoria Stitch as she runs out of the Palace doors and across the courtyard. 'Why didn't I just wear the silly glass shoes?'
Pink Rabbit is so pleased to see her that he leaps into her arms, sniffling.
'Come on Pink Rabbit,' says Victoria Stitch. 'I think we've had enough excitement for one night. 'Let's go home.'