*I hope you like the end of this story! Now back to business.*

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Narrator: Now, Rapunzel grew more and more beautiful every day, as you might have guessed. There was no one to share her beauty with.

Amania: Ohhh. Booo Hooo. How sad. Pleeeeeeeeaase.

Narrator: But one thing she did to keep herself busy was to sing. Often the birds flying by the tower would sing back in reply. Then one day a prince, riding on his horse, came by the tower.

Prince: Hey, it's a tower.

Narrator: He passed by just as Rapunzel was singing a song about rainbows.

Amania: I never heard of a song about rainbows.

Rapunzel: Well, I'm singing about them. I can't think about anything else.

Amania: Have you ever heard of the Backstreet Boys?

Rapunzel: The Backstreet who?

Amania: OMG! How about N*SYNC?

Rapunzel: Nope. Doesn't ring a bell.

Amania: You really need to get a life!

Rapunzel: Tell me about it!!

Narrator: Now, as the prince was passing by, he stopped. He had NEVER heard such a beautiful voice. He knew the singing was coming from the top of the tower, but he couldn't see any doors or openings to the building. Frustrated, he rode home to his castle. But as he slept that night, all he could dream about was the beautiful voice he had heard that afternoon.

Amania: I can't get you off of my mind! At least I think that's how the song goes.

Narrator: The prince was drawn back to the tower the very next day. As he stood behind a bush, he listend to Rapunzel singing about the stars and the sea.

Amania: Hey! Rapunzel!

Rapunzel: What!?

Amania: I've got a song for you!

Rapunzel: Oh yeah! What?

Amania: Greensleves!

Rapunzel: Why?

Amania: I saw Rapunzel sing it on the Simpsons once! In that Halloween episode where they were in Fairy Tale land!

Rapunzel: Whatever. I never saw the Simpsons before.

Amania: Oh yeah! That's right. You don't have a life!

Narrator: That old hag is coming you know.

Amania: Yeah, yeah. I'm going, I'm going. But you should be carefull, narrator guy.

Narrator: And why should I be?

Amania: Beacuse, I heard that she was on a roll with her spells today.

Narrator: Yeah, thanks for the tip. I'll be sure to keep an eye on that.

So, the prince saw the old witch spproach the tower. The witch called out her orders to Rapunzel, to lower her hair.

Witch: Rapunzel, Rapunzel!

Let down your long hair!

And where is that idiot narrator?

Narrator: *Wispering* The prince watched in amazement as the witch climbed up the side of the tower, using Rapunzel's long, blonde hair.

Prince: So that's how a person gets into the tower.

Narrator: *Still wispering* The prince then realized that he needed a plan. The next evening the prince returned to the tower. And using his voice to make it sound like the witch's, he called out:

Prince: Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Let down you hair.

Narrator: And then in moments time, the blonde hair was flowing down. He grabbed it, climbed up the side of the tower, and came in through the window.

Rapunzel: And who might you be?

Narrator: The prince was the first man she had ever seen.

Amania: Does that mean that you're not a man?

Narrator: What are you talking about? Of course I'm a man!

Amania: I think you're a wimp.

Narrator: Think all you like. I have to continue with the story.

Amania: Uh huh. Of course you do.

Narrator: Rapunzel was frightened, but soon as the prince spoke to her, she calmed down.

Rapunzel: Wow! The first boy in my room! I'm going to be busy tonight!

Amania: Oh. My. God. Rapunzel? Stop it. Please.

Prince: You have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. You are also the most lovely girl I have ever seen. It's wrong for you to be kept in this tower like a prisoner. Let me free you. Come with me Rapunzel, and be my wife.

Rapunzel: Wow. That was the longest part anybody has ever had in this story! Apart from that narrator guy.

Amania: I know!

Narrator: Yeah! Make fun of the narrator! Rapunzel had read books about kings and queens and princes, and she realized that this wonderful young man was a prince. Ha. She knew that with him she would be far happier than she could ever be with the ugly witch.

Witch: I'm a hearing this?

Narrator: What?

Witch: You just called me ugly again!!

Narrator: No I didn't.

Witch: Yes you did!

Narrator: Can we just get on with the story people!?

Rapunzel: I really do want to be your wife. *Taking the princes hand* It is better than being in here all day. But I have to get out of this room and down to the ground.

Narrator: They knew the prince could jump out of the window, because he was a prince and was used to doing such things. But Rapunzel had never done anything like that, and if she tried it she might get badly hurt.

Amania: Everybody is being a wimp these days!

Rapunzel: I have a plan!

Amania: Of course she does.

Rapunzel: You must come to visit me in the evening, when the witch is away. She is only here during the daytime. Bring with you skeins and bundles of silk. When I have enough silk, I will weave it into a ladder. Then I can climb doen the ladder and you can take me away on your horse.

Prince: I will come every evening with the silk. Soon you will have enough to weave a ladder and we will go off to live our lives as husband and wife.

Narrator: So, for the next several evenings, the prince arrived and brought Rapunzel skeins of silk. She began to weave a ladder. One afternoon, while Rapunzel wasn't paying any attention, the witch came into the tower room. She saw Rapunzel weaving the silken ladder.

Amania: Rapunzel! You should have been paying attention!

Rapunzel: But I was paying attention!

Amania: Yeah! To your weaving!

Rapunzel: Oops!

Amania: You did it again.

Witch: So! Planning an escape, are you? Is this how you repay me for taking such good care of you?

Rapunzel: I'm sick of being in this tower! Damn it! There's a prince who loves me very much and I love him. We wish to live our lives together, away from you and this place!

Narrator: The witch was outraged! Then without saying another word, she grabbed a pair of shears, grabed Rapunzel's long hair, and with one snap, cut off her hair. Then she had Rapunzel taken away, to a lonely desert where only snakes and lizard lived. The witch returned to the tower. She still had Rapunzel's hair, which she had clipped off. She waited until she heard the prince call out from below:

Prince: Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Let down your hair.

Narrator: At which point the witch, having fastened the braids to hooks, let the hair down to the ground. The prince pulled himself up to the top of the tower and entered to room. When he saw the witch standing there. He gasped.

Witch: Not who you were expecting? Was it?

Narrator: The witch said, laughing with an evil crackle. She approached the prince.

Witch: Perhaps you want to marry me instead of Rapunzel?

Amania: Eeeeewww! How gross is that?

Narrator: I know. The prince took two steps back.

Prince: Where is my love? What have you done to her, you evil old lady?

Narrator: Ha! I could think of better names than that to say to her!

Amania: Yeah! So can I!

Witch: Your bird was caught by the cat!

Narrator: More like the bitch.

Witch: *Turns to the narrator* I'm coming for you next! *Turns back to the prince* You will never see her again! In fact, you will see nothing!

Narrator: Shocked with grief, the prince leaped out of the window. The fall did not kill him, but he landed in a bush of thorns, which pierced both his eyes. He then lost his sight.

Witch: *Turns to the narrator* Now, it's your turn!

Narrator: Uh oh. *gulp*

Witch: I shall make you sleep forever, but once a year, you wake up for only about one second, just to, yet again, fall back to sleep. *Makes a fireball in her right hand and hurls it at him.*

Narrator: No.

Amania: *Gaspes in horror. Runs to him but is to late. He falls to the ground. Unconciuos. But sleeping.* What have you done to him!!

Witch: I only made him sleep.

Amania: *Runs to his side, falls to the ground and picks up his lifeless hand. Turns to the witch* You bitch! You fucking bitch!

Witch: Do you want me to turn you into something?

Amania: *Glares at the witch*

Witch: I didn't think so. I see that you have grown fond of the narrator.

Amania: *Turns her head to look at the narrator's sleeping face.*

Witch: I thought so.

Amania: Please wake up! *Taps lightly on the narrator's face.* Crap! Now what are we going to do with this story!

Witch: That's your problem. Not mine. *Crackles. Walks away to her house.*

Amania: *Sigh.* Well then. I guess I have to do it myself.



*Find out next time to see what happenes next!* =)