Three Bears and a Blond

Once upon a time there were three bears and a blond. Or was it three blonds and a bear. Maybe it was three bare blonds. I can't remember. Anyway, it's no wonder my generation grew up a bit off center. It's tough keeping all those fairy tales, kiddie stories, and adult novels straight.

Think about what would happen if we mixed it up a bit, incorporating the old with the new.  Hm-m-m, now lets see...

Once upon a time there were three bare blonds who decided to go frolicking through the woods to grandma's house in search of Prince Charming. Lo and behold Prince Charming who divorced Cinderella, Prince Charming who divorced Snow White and Prince Charming who divorced Liz Taylor were all looking for three bare blonds. What a perfect set-up! Or so one would think.

When they all discovered one another, they realized it was lust at first sight. The six of them danced the night away and then went, separately, on their merry way. All three Princes rode off on their horses to play polo, while the three bare blonds proceeded to grandma's place. However, when they got there, there were three wolves waiting for them.

Grandma fixed everyone homemade spaghetti and meatballs and a tossed salad for dinner. The three wolves and the three bare blonds fell in love with each another, and they all lived happily ever after.

Moral of story: Sometimes a wolf who likes spaghetti and meatballs is a better catch than a Prince who likes to horse around.

There you have it; a fractured fairy tale from the Horse Pucky Queen.