In a quest to secure the Rubied Flower, the Princess rappelled down the Canyon At Pink Dawn. With quick wit, she whipped out a lasso from her Birkin and reined in the prized flower. She gave out a whoop and cried, “Rapunzel isn’t my name!” The Rubied Flower bears the secret of the golden thread, for cranking up and then later, osmosing the sun. Her trusted friend and donkey, the Donkey, held the ropes.
The Rappelling Princess
- November 14, 2007 – 10:41 pm
- Posted in Art & Poetry, The Princess Series

One Comment
Hmmm .. reads like a manga. Something the japanese would’ve done. Cute and very graphic …. I like it.