Okay, so I admit it. I was intelligent and I knew it. But is it my fault, that everyone one has to get so huffy, because I point out their mistakes and maybe criticize, just a tiny bit? I think not. I mean look at my name, Mika Inglebert. Mika alone says I am an intelligent raccoon, lets just forget that it says raccoon and focus on intelligent…. And for Inglebert, yes I know not a pretty name, it means unusually intelligent, and angel-bright. But no, people can't seem to swallow the depth and meaning of my name. Instead they call me insolent and smart-alec.
I have another confession. I am a princess. Princess Mika Inglebert of Sorcha, a region not to far from the Enchanted Forest. I mean I feel the title fits. Excluding the common belief that all royals are birdbrains. But I can light a new path for us royalty. All can follow my wondrous example, and of course I will be their queen. At least these were the bright plans dancing in my head, before she came. Stupid, bothersome witches.
A few days ago, I was riding away from my kingdom, annoyed with the overflowing ignorance. I needed some time alone. So I went to the Enchanted Forest. Unfortunately with a few detours, you see even my horse is stupid. It can't even find its way through a forest! So what if it is a forest that is enchanted to move around and confuse! I could do it easily myself. Which, of course, I did. It took us almost all day just to get to a pond. Of course it we probably never would have found it if it weren't for me.
Well anyway, that's when it all started. I had been exhausted and so I sat down on a rock, and cupped my hands for a drink of water. As I looked down into the pool, I saw a reflection of a witch. If you could call it that. You see she seemed to be a little confused. Okay a lot. First of all she had a hole in the top of her pointy hat, which wasn't black but yellow, through which a brown ponytail fanned out. It gave her quite the impression of a confused pineapple. Second of all she had stains showered all over her robe. Yuck. And even though it went against my instinct, I greeted her kindly like this:
"Greetings, witch! You, might not have noticed, but I think you may have spilled something on your robe." It was perfectly pleasant, and friendly. But the witch's face turned various shades of color before she answered.
"For your information, those are not stains, but magically produced spots, in which I can store magic. And I think it is rather stylish."
Magical spots? Stylish?! This one is even dumber than the ones at home! Can she really not see how ugly and gross it looks?! Unfortunately it took a moment for me to realize that I had said this out loud. But did she have to blow up at the simple truth?! Apparently she thought so.
"How dare you insult me! You pathetic spoiled princess!"
All I did was glare, wishing that I could smash her pineapple head in a little.
"Yyyou—"
"I what? Perhaps… I am more intelligent? Brighter than dull-witted you?" I couldn't help the words coming out.
"YOU SHALL BE CURSED!"
Oh. No it wasn't what I had been expecting, but I hid it well.
"Oh no! What will I ever do?" I said sarcasm now dripping.
Then it happened. Next thing I knew she was speaking quick rhymed words.
"Take away the smart-alec in the brat. Let her respect every pointed hat. Every man and women that comes. Her insolence, and haughtiness shall hum. When she talks her arrogance shall remain. But her brain will be filled with air and she will feel less vain. When the time comes, that she can respect one, she must earn it back. The only way to achieve this is for haughtiness and criticism to lack."
And with a final smirk and flourish she disappeared. So now here a few days later I am wandering around the Enchanted Forest. I tried going in to town yesterday, but people veered off as they sensed my personality. One actually talked to me and sure enough, although my thoughts stayed intelligent, my words came out empty, childish, and ignorant. That person didn't talk to me for long. So I decided to come here and think things out.
There must be a way to outsmart my curse. A loophole, or a twist of words, something, anything. I have the brains to figure it out. But I admit, I have gotten kind of tired of telling myself that for the past couple days. But don't take me wrong, I will find a way out. No pineapple head witch, with a black "spotted" robe can beat me. Her words ran through my mind for the hundredth time:
Take away the smart-alec in the brat. Let her respect every pointed hat. Every man and women that comes. Her insolence, and haughtiness shall hum. When she talks her arrogance shall remain. But her brain will be filled with air and she will feel less vain. When the time comes, that she can respect one, she must earn it back. The only way to achieve this is for haughtiness and criticism to lack.
Wow they weren't even creative. Quite repetitive, just using a bunch of words that all pretty much meant the same thing. And then the theatrics she used. Oh, brother! I rolled my eyes, thinking about how she had waved her hand about my head and clutched her chest, her voice comically high pitched with anger. It was almost worth it to be cursed, just to remember her pathetic actions. I giggled quietly to myself, until my horse looked at me through the corner of its eye. I stopped suddenly feeling self-conscious, so what if it is a horse? Maybe it's a prince in cursed-form, just waiting to start rumors about me. My giggles instantly subsided.
Now then back to my curse. I will find a way!