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The prince understood her urgency He himself had called out countless times from his tower, and no one ever answered anymore Well, today, he would be her answer He was about to shout up to her when another figure came out of the forest only a few steps away fro black dress, and her dark hair was pinned into a no-nonsense bun Her skin was paler than chalk, and she carried a burlap sack filled with so

“A witch!” the prince hissed

“Rapunzel!” the witch cried “Rapunzel!” She waited a few moments, then shouted in a much witchier tone, “RAPUNZEL!”

“What?” calimpse of Rapunzel, but she remained hidden

“Rapunzel,” the witch shouted, “let down your fair hair!”

Fro in the sun The prince was too far away to see clearly, but it was thicker than his arlorious hair! The hair reached all the way froround

The witch, still holding the squir The prince shifted, and a traitorous twig snapped! Once he was king, he would have that twig found and burned at the stake

He ed to retreat behind a tree just before the witch turned and caught sight of him But it was too late for the witch That poor ured it all out The witch h what dark purpose the squirine (He chose not to iine it Witches are very scary! I don’t bla not to think too h if he were truly princely, he would have charged out of the forest and demanded she release her prey Let’s not be too hard on hirouchy horse, and apparently has been locked up in a tower for a very long tioes on)

The prince retreated farther into the woods to wait After a fewto herself

“… late fornow, thanks to the creepy littleso vile”

The prince gasped He knew that vile was like evil spelled another way He couldn’t believe the witch would talk that way about the h doubtless the maiden was fair! But the pretty kind of fair, not the equality kind of fair, nor the pale kind of fair (like the witch), nor the cotton-candy-and-bad-rides kind of fair!

Goodness, I’ confused Let’s move on

The prince, heeding estion, tiptoed out of the cover of the trees There was no sign of the witch There was also no way up the tower now that the one The prince considered his options He could call out to her, but what if

a stranger’s voice frightened her? She had no doubt been trapped in that tower a long time He decided on a much sneakier plan

He cleared his throat “Rapunzel!” he croaked in his best witch voice “Rapunzel?”

“What?” came the annoyed reply

“Let down your fair hair!”