I want to know why Humpty Dumpy was on the wall. Do you realize they never did tell us why? He’s on the wall, he falls, no one can put him together again, but you know, if you’re an egg, and you’re on a wall, you know the slightest breeze might cause you to roll… I’m thinking you don’t get on a wall, right?
Was he suicidal? A bad egg? Perhaps he just wanted attention?
“Lullabye, and goodnight… When the morning is near, I will wake you my dear…”
Do me a favor, wait until the morning is HERE to wake me, okay?
“Rock-a-bye baby in the the treetop… when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all.”
Obviously, they don’t live in Texas. A cradle in a treetop is definite grounds for a Child Protective Services investigation.
“And they all lived happily ever after…”
Uhm, no, the ‘good guys’ might have lived happily ever after, but trust me, the bad guys, they did not.
Somehow, I guess we overlook that in fairy tales.
In my life, I’ve never been one for the fantasy fairy tales. When Cinderella married Prince Charming, I often wondered if at some point along the way, he took up a drinking problem, she got fat, and they both had affairs. They went on the Steve Wilkos show and got paternity testing, and Charming got thrown off the stage.
I want to know the story that goes on behind the story.
But folks want me to believe Rappunzel?
Not only believe that the hair could grow that long, that fast, but that it wouldn’t hurt? I mean, I roll over at night while lying on my own hair, and THAT hurts, but some dude can climb up her hair into a tower without 1) pulling her right out the window or 2) causing her to scream in pain? I don’t care how skinny he is, my hair can’t hold the weight of a grown man – he’d scalp me!
Well, time for a shower… so I can go, you know, wash my hair.
Ya’ll have a fantastic day! What’s your favorite fairy tale and why? Did you read fairy tales as a child?
Love and stuff,