For the record, he never asked me. And he was holding a sword when he cut my hair, tied them to the window and told me climb down. I couldn’t argue with him then. Would you?
I just got down the tower, still wobbly from the loss of half-my-bodyweight worth of hair, and am trying to walk straight on this uneven forest floor for the first time. And ‘what’s-his-name’ is already asking me to ride this… thing!
Never seen it before (living in a tower and all that) but it is…
Huge…
Walks on both its hands and legs…
Doesn’t even wear clothes! Only a lock of hair covers its backside! Gross!
The nutcase tells me I must pat the ‘Orse'(?) to make it comfortable. I say, “No! I am still recovering from the loss of hair. I am not ready to lose a limb yet.”
Moreover, mother will be home any second now. If I can stall long enough, ‘what’s-his-name-again’ can turn into a delicious roast…
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 
love this; it was a fun read 🙂
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Thanks John!
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I wonder how the witch commuted when Rapunzel’s hair was short… It isn’t like she was born with 5 floor o
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*5 floor of hair
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Never made much sense, the Brothers Grimm. Ever wondered how Rapunzel’s mother got out after placing her daughter in a tower with no stairs and no door?
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Never that. But trust me, I have often wondered maby times how she hauled in grocery, wood (as fuel), bed and bedding, wardrobes etc. Must be a difficult life! 😃 I also wonder if the lady worked out in a gym, coz if people are climbing your hair, it is difficult to stop yourself from falling down yourself… Not that I can be sure, never had long hair!
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