Narrator Jeff: Meanwhile, the king decided to take action. He ordered that
all spindles and sewing needles be banned from the kingdom.
Amania: Like that's going to do any good.
Narrator Jeff: He decreed that anyone caught with a needle would be instantly put to death. All the spinning wheels in the kingdom were destroyed. No more needles were to be seen.
Amania: Ha Ha! Look what I have. *Points something in the air* A needle.
Jeff: Officers! I see someone braking the law over here!
Amania: Hey, hey, hey! I don't have a real needle! I was just joking! You know, ha ha ha? Ahhhhhhh! I'll get you for this Jeff! I'll get you! *She runs away, screaming, while armed guards chase after her.*
Narrator Jeff: Look who's laughing now! Ha. Ha. Ha! Anyway. The king's decree seemed to work. Some years passed, and the baby princess had grown into a beautiful girl. She had never seen or come near a sewing needle or spindle. One day the king and queen went to visit a royal couple in a nearby kingdom. While her parents were away, and what other teenager wouldn't do this, the princess decided to explore different parts of the castle she had never seen. Which isn't really a good idea. The princess had not been to the very top tower of the castle. She ran lightly up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, she saw a... get ready folks. Dun, dun,dun! A door. She knocked on it.
*Knock, knock!*
Old Lady: Come in.
Narrator Jeff: The princess then entered the room. A little old lady was sitting in a chair. Next to her was an odd-looking object.
Princess: What is that thing?
Narrator Jeff: She stepped closer.
Old Lady: This is a spindle, young lady. I am making warm cloth for the coming winter.
Narrator Jeff: The old woman had never heard about the king's decree forbidding spindles and needles. She didn't even know that the young lady before her was a royal princess. It makes you wonder how long that lady has been in that room.
Amania: It sure does, doesn't it. *She folds her arms across her, dirt spotted, brown apron, over her light pink dress. She does not look happy at all.*
Narrator Jeff: Well. What a surprise. Look what the cat dragged in.
Amania: I wish. *She brushes off some of the dirt that had clung to her outfit and picks out the leaves and the small branches that have caught in her brown hair.* Just because of you, I had to run for dear life and had to hid in the bushes. It was NOT fun.
Narrator Jeff: Well, I'm sorry. Wait a minute. No I'm not!
Amania: That's it!! *She lunges for Jeff's throat.*
Narrator Jeff: *Choking sounds.* Stop! Your choking me!!
Amania: That's actually the point.
Narrator Jeff: What about the story?
Amania: Who cares for the story?
Amania: Like that's going to do any good.
Narrator Jeff: He decreed that anyone caught with a needle would be instantly put to death. All the spinning wheels in the kingdom were destroyed. No more needles were to be seen.
Amania: Ha Ha! Look what I have. *Points something in the air* A needle.
Jeff: Officers! I see someone braking the law over here!
Amania: Hey, hey, hey! I don't have a real needle! I was just joking! You know, ha ha ha? Ahhhhhhh! I'll get you for this Jeff! I'll get you! *She runs away, screaming, while armed guards chase after her.*
Narrator Jeff: Look who's laughing now! Ha. Ha. Ha! Anyway. The king's decree seemed to work. Some years passed, and the baby princess had grown into a beautiful girl. She had never seen or come near a sewing needle or spindle. One day the king and queen went to visit a royal couple in a nearby kingdom. While her parents were away, and what other teenager wouldn't do this, the princess decided to explore different parts of the castle she had never seen. Which isn't really a good idea. The princess had not been to the very top tower of the castle. She ran lightly up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, she saw a... get ready folks. Dun, dun,dun! A door. She knocked on it.
*Knock, knock!*
Old Lady: Come in.
Narrator Jeff: The princess then entered the room. A little old lady was sitting in a chair. Next to her was an odd-looking object.
Princess: What is that thing?
Narrator Jeff: She stepped closer.
Old Lady: This is a spindle, young lady. I am making warm cloth for the coming winter.
Narrator Jeff: The old woman had never heard about the king's decree forbidding spindles and needles. She didn't even know that the young lady before her was a royal princess. It makes you wonder how long that lady has been in that room.
Amania: It sure does, doesn't it. *She folds her arms across her, dirt spotted, brown apron, over her light pink dress. She does not look happy at all.*
Narrator Jeff: Well. What a surprise. Look what the cat dragged in.
Amania: I wish. *She brushes off some of the dirt that had clung to her outfit and picks out the leaves and the small branches that have caught in her brown hair.* Just because of you, I had to run for dear life and had to hid in the bushes. It was NOT fun.
Narrator Jeff: Well, I'm sorry. Wait a minute. No I'm not!
Amania: That's it!! *She lunges for Jeff's throat.*
Narrator Jeff: *Choking sounds.* Stop! Your choking me!!
Amania: That's actually the point.
Narrator Jeff: What about the story?
Amania: Who cares for the story?