Going to the ball…another rag-princess tale


“Stop!” yelled prince charming.

The rag-princess, just pacing down the castles stairs in her brandnew amazing coat, made of a 1960´s velvet-curtain, froze, one foot in the air.

“What´s wrong?” she asked.

“I hate to tell you, but I must insist on you changing your coat!” said the prince with cumbrous politeness.

“Why? What´s wrong with the coat?” asked the princess baffled.

“It seems, you can´t sew anything that´s not more or less ridiculous, but THIS COAT tops it all!”

“I don´t know, what you mean!”

“Not only it´s ugly…you see…..it´s GREEN! Have you ever seen a princess in a GREEN coat?”

“Well….Actually I saw Cinderella last week in this fabulous green…….”

“Stop it! You look like a FROG!”the prince yelled.

“ME? FROG? You call your wife a FROG? I think, you´re in the wrong fairy-tale!”

“I don´t want to show myself in public with someone, who looks like an abundant amphibian!”

“But we´re invited to the neighbor-king´s ball!  And we should be on our way now!”

“Yes! And that´s a very good reason, why you should hurry and change your coat!”

The rag-princess counted to three and hoped, her fairy-godmother would appear  and have a word with this headstrong husband of hers, but nothing happened. She had to face the situation on her own.

“Where are those fairys, if you need them!” she murmured to herself. Then looked at the prince.

“This coat….” she tried again.

“NO! As Long, as I drive the coach, I will not allow you to get in there, looking like this! I´m afraid, the horses balk!”

“And YOU call yourself a MODERN prince? Now look, I can´t be late….I promised snow-white and the evil queen to show them how to make a skirt from rotten old scarfes and…..”

“Green coat, no ball! That´s all I have to say! Now go and Change, or we stay at home!  You have five minutes!”

Sometimes a princess has to accept a lost fight. So she ran up the stairs, took of the coat an got another one, just as rediculous as the frog-coat, but a red ragy-riding-coat with a fancy hood and hurried down again.

Prince  charming stood at the bottom of the stairs, padded impatient with his elegant feet and rattled with the coach-keys.

He gasped as he saw the red coat, but said nothing. At least better to step out with a heap of red rags, than a frog.

And so they drove to the ball, where the princess kept her promise and bored all the Ladys half to death with her scarf-skirt project, while prince charming found his solace by walking around the extended park of the neighbors castle  in solitude, disturbed only by a flock of yarn-bombers.