One day the beautiful princess set out upon a journey. She packed her bag and ironed her dress (I mean, her wonderful and excellent lady-in-waiting ironed her dress) and set out in her teal chariot. She stopped to pick up a neighboring princess and they began their journey into the depths of the country of Texas, singing all the way. Well, actually, the princess was sort of singing, but not in her usual manner. You see, when her Father took away her gift, her songs went away. As he taught her so many things and gave her wings, music slowly began to creep back in, but had yet to just burst out of her like it had her whole life before, hence the sort of singing.
After many hours of talk and sort of singing, she and her friend finally arrived and quickly found a suitable place to refresh themselves and put on their oh-so-carefully ironed dresses. This place, called by the natives of the land "Starbucks inside a Kroger," delightfully provided a fortifying drink (chamomile tea some call it) which the princess needed in order to feel brave enough to attend the event that she had traveled so far for. The dress, spectacularly red, also served to boost the bravery of the princess to dizzying heights.
Fully of bravery, the princess and her friend positively waltzed into the castle in which the wedding of yet another neighboring princess was taking place. They found other friends and took their places and enjoyed a beautifully simple wedding. Afterward, the princess and these friends went to a party for the newlywedded and merrily took part in the eating and drinking that happens at these royal events.
Just as the princess was thinking to herself, "Why, this was fun, I probably didn't even need that tea for bravery," she stumbled upon that gift her Father had taken away from her. She was suprised by the gift, stunned might be a better word, and she suddenly was glad that she had some of the fortifying tea left in the chariot. It appeared that perhaps her Father was presenting the gift again to her, but could that possibly be? Suffice it to say, the princess was in a daze for the rest of the evening.
After returning to Woefully-Flat the next day, the princess thought and thought about this reappearance of the gift and she talked to her Father about it often. She decided that in order to know whether her Father was truly presenting the gift to her again or just testing her to see if she meant it that she trusted him, she would need to investigate the gift. So, the princess looked at the gift from every angle and asked every question she could think of, and slowly it began to dawn on her that this gift was different than it had been, in fact, it seemed better than it ever was. As the princess turned this over in her mind (and over and over and over), she realized that she wanted more than anything for this gift to come back to her life if her Father was the one responsible for keeping it.
The princess took the gift and then said, "Father, you keep it for me. I will love it and take care of it, but in the end, you can be the owner." As she said this, she began to feel the music start to bubble up again and out it came for hours and hours. The princess sang songs that were old and new and she sang them at the top of her lungs in celebration and joy that her Father had seen fit to restore her gift, even as she had thought that it was gone forever.
The princess still tries every morning to fly, and still every night sometimes she finds herself on the ground again, but the good news is that flying sometimes seems easier when there are music notes to float on...
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