satrical fairy tale

"How did I manage to get trapped in this stupid cage" I thought. "I don't remembeer anything"

The power of the resting lion was terrifying, but I couldn't pull myself away.  He wasn't attacking me. It seemed like he was at piece and just fine with my presence.  I guess he knew I was no threat to him.

I saw a man spalshing in the water. "Help!" he cried. I swam as quick as I could to save him. I couldn't afford to have his death on my hands. This would ruin my reputation.

If I could just practice for a few more hours. I would definitely be good enough for the audition. As much as I wanted to help the ants work and gather food, I needed to keep practicing.  This could be my big break. My shot at playing fiddle on the largest stages around the world. My dream was Carnegie hall by the end of next year. Some of my friends said I was crazy, that I would never get a big break.  But I was determined to prove them wrong,. Just a few more hours. speed this section up, slow this down, play this phrase pensicatto.  Just a couple dynamic chages here and there and it was perfect. I practiced for what didn't seem like all that long, I looked down at my watch. "Holy crap!!" it's been six hours. I needed to go help the ants finish up so I could get atleast something to eat. I hopped as fast as I could back to the settlement to try to help out, but they had finished by the time I arrived.  I was going to have to talk to the cheif ant to beg for some food.  I went and cried "Please Cheif, can you spare me just a little food? I promise I'll work extra hard tomorrow."  "Why should we give you anything?" he responded.  "You've done nothing but fool around with your fiddle all day."  "But cheif, you know I have my audition tomorrow evening. I had to put the finishing touches on my piece. This could really be my shot."  The cheif yelled back " No work, no food!! Get your head out of the clouds grasshopper. Life isn't a fairy tale!"

I couldn't wait to move out of my step-mothers house, she was so mean to me all the time.  I tried to get my dad to help but he was just as afraid of her as I was.  This was not a healthy marriage at all. they needed some serious couseling, and quick!

I skipped through the forest humming a cheerful tune. I couldn't wait to see Grandma! It had been so long since I went to her house.  I even baked her a batch of cookies.  But I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched.

"Who is this girl?" thought I, the Mad Hatter. A puzzled look arose upon my face.  She had shown up expectedly and now she wants to dine with us, how rude!

"All Hail the mighty Gigantor!" Who are they? What are they, and why are they so small? Where was I and how did I get here?

Princess or not, there was absolutly no way anyone could feel a pea through all of those mattresses. thats just absurd.

As much as I enjoyed the work that the Dwarves got done around the house, There was never any privacy.  How was I supposed to bring any guys over.