The tale of a male princess: A fairytale for the new millenium

Once upon a time we find a little boy who was a male princess. As a lad his proud and doting parents let him eat ketchup for dinner instead of veggies. He got chauffered to school instead of walking. As the little male princess grew, he insisted on not doing his chores and got his allowance anyway. As a teenager he insisted on a brand new car even though he didn't have a job. He was convinced his sole purpose was to be a male princess. So he swaggered, strutted, primped, and preened his way though life. While his countrymen struggled to pay thier monthly bills he manicured his nails. While his countrymen slept in the streets he bought custom-made monogramed Egyptian linen bath towels. He rarely tipped waiters and never had spare change for charity. After all, he thought, he was royalty.

One day his land was invaded. The male princess, busied with video games and corn chips, was heard to say that he was not worried because he would be protected. After all, he was a male princess, and people would have to protect HIM. His countrymen fought at the coastline, then at the city gates, then at the end of his street. The male princess looked down from his balconey, shivering in his ballcap (the brim cocked to the side, of course.)The male princess bit his pristine nails as he watched the brave soldiers fall. It is said, he kept repeating over and over, "Someone will save me. They must save me!" And he never lifted one of his pretty fingers to help himself.

Many years have passed since that fateful day. Now I hear a different family lives in the house where the male princess once lived. The new family's sons eat their vegtables, walk to school, and work part-time to contribute to the household income. This hardworking family came to live there after the conquest of the new land. They are so grateful to live in such a plentiful and peaceful country. They often talk about their good fortune, and shake thier heads because the previous inhabitant didn't seem to put up much of a
fight for it.

And what happened to the male princess?

He was last seen a couple years back at a gas station on the edge of town. His white ballcap, now torn and filthy, was outstreched in one dirty hand for spare change.

The End.

What I learned: A lack of sleep due to late-night studying may cause a surge in creative writing and not-so-subliminal messaging.