After Duloc - The Two Bears & Moving On
I was still disturbed from the not-so-long-ago encounter with Lord Farquaad.
I would shudder at the sight of milk or any other dairy product, and I would
super-glue my gumdrop buttons to myself every week or so, to prevent anyone
from trying to steal them. Truth be told, I had become a bit paranoid. I sat
at home, watching re-runs of whatever show was on, whether it be 'Cooking with
the Three Little Pigs' or 'The Big Bad Wolf Show', clutching the remote tightly,
and on occasion, calling Princess Fiona (now changed from her former redhead self)
for advice on how to keep my frosting lips cherry-red.
I reluctantly called for Donkey's fire-breathing dragon wife to take me to a
nearby psychiatrist. The psychiatrist would be the only person who had the power
to help me. As soon as I was at the humble building, I took the winding path
towards the door,sighing sadly. I waved goodbye to Dragon, and told her to pick
me up in an hour or so.
"Hello, Gingerbread Man," the executive leather chair had its back turned to me,
so I could not see who was sitting in the chair, but the kind voice was familiar.
"Cinderella?" I asked, gazing closer. The chair spun around slowly.
"Yes." Cinderella smiled gently. Her hair had some strawberry blond highlights now,
but she generally looked the same. "How are you, Gingerbread Man?"
"I'm... I'm... fine, I suppose." I looked away, and sighed heavily. "Well, I'm not
fine, actually. I'm quite disturbed still, from... what happened."
"I understand. I know what pain can feel like. Glass slippers are not comfortable-
why do you think I kicked one off while I was running? I had blisters! See- now I
wear socks with all shoes. You should try it. It'll make you feel better." Cinderella
showed me her striped socks, worn with one glass slipper, and on the other foot, a
jogging sneaker.
I nodded with understanding, and continued with my problem. "I do fine without shoes,
it's just that... I'm feeling a bit insecure now. Farquaad is still, perhaps, living
inside of Dragon's stomach- short men are hard to digest, I have heard, but I still
feel scared. Heck, I can't even look at a glass of milk without crying an ocean of
sugary tears! I need medication- shots, or pills! I want to live happily ever after!
Not like some crazy, paranoid freak!" I wiped away a tear.
"Gingerbread man, I can understand that you feel unsafe now. But drugs are not the
answer. Even prescription drugs can change a person dramatically. Just look at the
Frog Prince. Turning into a frog was a side effect of medication for attention deficet
disorder, not a spell cast by a witch, contrary to popular belief." Cinderella gazed
sadly. Suddenly, the door was flung open with a loud creaking.
In the doorway, stood Papa Bear, along with Baby Bear, who was weeping uncontrollably.
Cinderella stared at them in surprise.
"I'm sorry, Papa Bear, but I'm in the middle of an appointment with the Gingerbread Man.
Please talk to the receptionist about your appointment next week-" Cinderella started,
somewhat flustered.
"Unfortunately, it cannot wait." Papa Bear patted Baby Bear's back gently. "Look at my boy!"
I sat with my hands clutched on my lap, staring in awe.
"He looks perfectly fine to me," Cinderella placed her hands on the desk.
"He may look fine on the outside, but inside, he's a mess!" Papa Bear pointed at his son, who
then sobbed even more, as if the mention of something caused him to become grief-stricken.
Papa Bear then wiped away a few of his own tears, and continued. "The Duloc police just gave us
the search warrant to Farquaad's castle. We wanted to look for Momma Bear, who had been missing
since we can remember. Do you know what we found upstairs?" Papa Bear started crying.
"Please, would you just calm down-" Cinderella started.
"Farquaad had turned Momma Bear into a rug!" Papa Bear said through loud sobs, accomplanied by
his son. "I hadn't noticed after searching until the footage was played to us- Farquaad was
watching Princess Fiona through the magic mirror, and on the ground...!"
A few tears found their way out of Cinderella's eye. I was in quiet, sad, anger.
"I'm very sorry," Cinderella blew her nose. "but there's nothing I can really do,
unfortunately. Farquaad is, in a sense, gone, and there is nothing I can do about... you know."
"I want my mom!" Baby Bear exclaimed, and then buried himself in his hankerchief.
I knew I had to do something. But what, my mind was still developing...
to be continued... -----
I was still disturbed from the not-so-long-ago encounter with Lord Farquaad.
I would shudder at the sight of milk or any other dairy product, and I would
super-glue my gumdrop buttons to myself every week or so, to prevent anyone
from trying to steal them. Truth be told, I had become a bit paranoid. I sat
at home, watching re-runs of whatever show was on, whether it be 'Cooking with
the Three Little Pigs' or 'The Big Bad Wolf Show', clutching the remote tightly,
and on occasion, calling Princess Fiona (now changed from her former redhead self)
for advice on how to keep my frosting lips cherry-red.
I reluctantly called for Donkey's fire-breathing dragon wife to take me to a
nearby psychiatrist. The psychiatrist would be the only person who had the power
to help me. As soon as I was at the humble building, I took the winding path
towards the door,sighing sadly. I waved goodbye to Dragon, and told her to pick
me up in an hour or so.
"Hello, Gingerbread Man," the executive leather chair had its back turned to me,
so I could not see who was sitting in the chair, but the kind voice was familiar.
"Cinderella?" I asked, gazing closer. The chair spun around slowly.
"Yes." Cinderella smiled gently. Her hair had some strawberry blond highlights now,
but she generally looked the same. "How are you, Gingerbread Man?"
"I'm... I'm... fine, I suppose." I looked away, and sighed heavily. "Well, I'm not
fine, actually. I'm quite disturbed still, from... what happened."
"I understand. I know what pain can feel like. Glass slippers are not comfortable-
why do you think I kicked one off while I was running? I had blisters! See- now I
wear socks with all shoes. You should try it. It'll make you feel better." Cinderella
showed me her striped socks, worn with one glass slipper, and on the other foot, a
jogging sneaker.
I nodded with understanding, and continued with my problem. "I do fine without shoes,
it's just that... I'm feeling a bit insecure now. Farquaad is still, perhaps, living
inside of Dragon's stomach- short men are hard to digest, I have heard, but I still
feel scared. Heck, I can't even look at a glass of milk without crying an ocean of
sugary tears! I need medication- shots, or pills! I want to live happily ever after!
Not like some crazy, paranoid freak!" I wiped away a tear.
"Gingerbread man, I can understand that you feel unsafe now. But drugs are not the
answer. Even prescription drugs can change a person dramatically. Just look at the
Frog Prince. Turning into a frog was a side effect of medication for attention deficet
disorder, not a spell cast by a witch, contrary to popular belief." Cinderella gazed
sadly. Suddenly, the door was flung open with a loud creaking.
In the doorway, stood Papa Bear, along with Baby Bear, who was weeping uncontrollably.
Cinderella stared at them in surprise.
"I'm sorry, Papa Bear, but I'm in the middle of an appointment with the Gingerbread Man.
Please talk to the receptionist about your appointment next week-" Cinderella started,
somewhat flustered.
"Unfortunately, it cannot wait." Papa Bear patted Baby Bear's back gently. "Look at my boy!"
I sat with my hands clutched on my lap, staring in awe.
"He looks perfectly fine to me," Cinderella placed her hands on the desk.
"He may look fine on the outside, but inside, he's a mess!" Papa Bear pointed at his son, who
then sobbed even more, as if the mention of something caused him to become grief-stricken.
Papa Bear then wiped away a few of his own tears, and continued. "The Duloc police just gave us
the search warrant to Farquaad's castle. We wanted to look for Momma Bear, who had been missing
since we can remember. Do you know what we found upstairs?" Papa Bear started crying.
"Please, would you just calm down-" Cinderella started.
"Farquaad had turned Momma Bear into a rug!" Papa Bear said through loud sobs, accomplanied by
his son. "I hadn't noticed after searching until the footage was played to us- Farquaad was
watching Princess Fiona through the magic mirror, and on the ground...!"
A few tears found their way out of Cinderella's eye. I was in quiet, sad, anger.
"I'm very sorry," Cinderella blew her nose. "but there's nothing I can really do,
unfortunately. Farquaad is, in a sense, gone, and there is nothing I can do about... you know."
"I want my mom!" Baby Bear exclaimed, and then buried himself in his hankerchief.
I knew I had to do something. But what, my mind was still developing...
to be continued... -----