I didn’t think I’d be doing another one of Susanna Leonard Hill’s Contests, but this one seemed even more fun than the last one, AND I needed to get the juices flowing, AND it just isn’t fair that the DH gets all the March Madness fun via basketball (because I haven’t been paying attention), AND I have never written a fractured fairy tale before. Ha! No more! Enjoy. Here it is:
THE SKATEBOARD PRINCESS AND THE PEBBLE
By Angela Dahle
In a skatepark, far away, lived Katarina and her skateboard. She was the happiest princess alive. It was hard not to be happy when surrounded by 10,000 square feet of amazing skatepark: quarter pipes, half pipes, bowls, and street obstacles, set upon a plethora of ever-smooth concrete.
But all was not perfect in her skatepark kingdom. It all came down to a pebble, a tiny pebble wedged in the ground. The King and Queen tried to find a way to remove it, but alas, it was impossible. Neither knave nor royal knight had been able to remove it. Tony Hawk even attempted it, but he was no match for the tiny thing. The pebble was an absolute eyesore (not to mention a lawsuit waiting to happen) on the smooth asphalt.
“This pebble…it’s just not happening. It! Must! Go!” said Katarina.
She tried to grind it down by riding over it. No luck. Her makeshift sandpaper wheels were no match for that pebble. It had quite an edge.
“To the mattresses!” said Katarina.
They piled mattress upon mattress atop the pebble. No luck. The princess could still feel that blasted pebble as she soared over the top.
“I can totally sense its presence,” said Katarina. “I can see the lump from high in the air!”
Maybe, just maybe, thought Katarina, my diamond earrings will cut right through the pebble.
No luck. It was bad, a very bad day. “So much for diamonds. I should have known. They’re just another rock.”
Suddenly a vision popped in her head. “Wo! If we can’t take the pebble out of the park, let’s put more pebble in!” said Katarina. Then she dialed her best friend who knew a thing or two about pebble.
He pedaled down from his mountain bike park.
“What else are friends for? I had plenty to spare. Now let’s pound these right in!”
So they did. Diamonds or pebbles, dresses or shorts. Katarina knew her friends were the kind that raved about sports!