This is another story about, you guessed it, a princess! And before we get to the good stuff I just want to thank Cricket20 for inspiring me with her tale of giraffe disobedience and death. Nothing motivates a writer so much as reading a tragic story . . . because we all want to go back and change it to end happily ^^'
Our story begins in the Undersea Kingdom of Wet near the west side of the equator. Now the Undersea Kingdom of Wet had been blessed with a long line of benevolent absolutist rulers who, surprisingly enough, stayed absolute and, even more surprisingly, stayed benevolent. The current merman king in the Undersea Kingdom of Wet was called King Jelly. His wife, following the traditional role of most good and beautiful queens, had died giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. She was called Princess Rosa or PR for short.
Now, unlike most storybook princesses, PR's father had the good sense to see that to be a good ruler one must understand those whom you rule over. So PR found herself in the unusual position of being encouraged to sneak out of the palace.
Just one more background point that needs mentioning. King Jelly had an advisor fish whom he thought the world of. So naturally he appoint the fish, King Jelly novelly called him Fish, to follow PR in her daily romps throughout the Undersea Kingdom of Wet. Just to make sure she didn't get in over her head so to speak because though King Jelly was certainly more modern in his thinking he was a father and he wasn't about to let his daughter swim willy-nilly about the Undersea Kingdom of Wet without any supervision at all.
One fine wet day in the Undersea Kingdom PR decided it was time to visit her Seastar friend Cess. Cess's name stood for incessant because she never stopped talking, which is why it had been awhile since PR had visited her. PR informed her father and collected Fish, but before she could begin swimming her marry way to Cess's house her father warned her about the latest batch of malcontent sea-cucumbers who were trying to start a revolution. Every few months the sea-cucumbers would get bored of sitting in their sea-cucumber patch and decide to overthrow the government. Now this was certainly nothing new, but King Jelly warned both Fish and his daughter that these particular sea-cucumbers had developed into a particularly militant sect. There were also rumors being spread by the dolphins that they had developed a bio-weapon capable of mass chaos and destruction, but nobody paid attention because everybody knows that dolphins will say absolutely anything to get attention.
And with that dire warning of possible planet pollution, King Jelly kissed his daughter, wished her speedy travels, and waved to her and Fish as they swam off. It took a rather long time to get to Cess's house because she lived a couple thousand pera-sects away but fortunately for PR she had Fish to keep her entertained. Fish along with being chief advisor to King Jelly was also a fish historian of no small learning, and along the way he would point to various shipwrecks or reef formations and tell about the time so-and-so of her ancestors had saved so-and-so human from drowning or about the battle against the giant sea serpent and so on. Thankfully for PR, Fish was blessed with not only superior advise-giving skills and a love for history, but he was also one of the, sadly, few historians who are actually interesting to listen to, and by the time Fish had reached PR's great-great-great-great grandmother who took on a great white shark with only her hatpin they were almost to Cess's house.
"PR," Fish said in a voice that sounded slightly strained. PR turned to look at him as they swam forward.
"Fish are you alright? You know how I love listening to your lectures on undersea clam developments, but if it strains your voice to talk this long you should tell me before it happens. You make a living off of your voice and should be more careful with it."
"I quite agree PR, but at the moment I am more worried about what the marauding band of militant sea-cucumbers that are following us will do to the rest of me if they catch up."
With a backward glance PR finally noticed the band of 10 sea-cucumbers rapidly closing in on their position.
"Good night in the morning! Where did they come from Fish?"
"I haven't the slightest. But if they catch us we'll be in for a real time of it," Fish replied, slightly out of breath.
"If we can make it to Cess's house we can hide and call for help using her Undersea Conchshell phone."
"Good idea," Fish agreed. And they swam even faster.
Poor Cess was quite surprised when Fish and Pr burst into the side door of her kitchen.
"Oh my goodness what's going on Fish, P-"
"Not now", cried Fish. "The sea-cucumbers are after us!"
"We have to find a place to hide," said PR after they had locked the doors and bolted the windows and placed an emergency call to the palace.
"I know," said Fish. "We'll hide PR in Cess's Jelly!"
And so they all hid in Cess's world-famous jelly until King Jelly came with the commando clams and wiped the ocean floor with the militant sea-cucumbers.
And that, my dear readers, was the end of that. *Sigh* Aren't happy endings just the best?
