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Beware of wolves?

30 Oct

That’s what the sign says, but shouldn’t the wolf be aware of the little girl?

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a village near the forest.  She loved dressing in red, said it was “her colour”, so everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One morning, she asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother while they were partying in the city, as it had been awhile since they’d seen each other, then packed a basket full of goodies to take over to her grandmother and left.

At the same time, the wolf was heading to the girl’s grandmother house too. The wolf…that girl drove him crazy. He was madly in love with her, but she  kept ignoring him. Maybe it was the hair, the fangs, the smell, or maybe she didn’t like guys with 4 legs, who knows.  One day he got desperate and thought that maybe if he made friends with her family things would be different. Her parents weren’t home so he decided visiting the grandma. While he was on his way, he could smell Red Riding Hood on her way too…what a great idea, we’ll meet there!!!, he said to himself. Unfortunately the old grumpy woman wans’t too friendly, and he was hungry so…he had to eat her.

After eating, he looked into through Granny’s wardrobe to find a nightgown that he liked, knowing the girl was about to arrive.  He added a cap to hide his ears and waited. A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door.  The wolf jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his nose.  “Who is it?” he called in a cackly voice.

–  It’s me, Little Red Riding Hood.”

–  Oh how lovely!  Do come in, my dear,” said the wolf.

When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little house, she could barely recognize her Grandmother.

– Granny!  Your voice sounds so weird, are you ok?”,  she asked.

– Oh, I just have a cold,” replied the wolf coughing.

– But Grandmother!  What big ears you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to the bed.

– The better to hear you with, my dear,” replied the wolf.

– But Grandmother!  What big eyes you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood.

– The better to see you with, my dear,” replied the wolf.

– But Grandmother!  What big mouth you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering slightly.

– The better to kiss you with, my dear,” roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to chase the little girl.

-You are not my granny!!!!!What have you done to her?

-Of course not, I am the wolf and I love you!!!!Who cares about your old grandmother, she wont make you happy like I will!!!

-Omg you annoying freak, I thought I made clear I am not interested in you!!!What have you done to my granny?, she said while looking at the wolf’s belly.

-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to, I just…I love you!!!

-She ran outside, shouting: “Help!  Wolf!” as loudly as she could.

Outside, next to an old stump, she found an axe and then walked inside the house again. Where are you, my hairy friend?, she said. Come on, I never really liked that old woman anyway, come outside so we can go dancing to celebrate…

The poor idiot then came out of the wardrobe and, so fast he didn’t even feel it, she cut his head off. In the last second, he could even see her smile…

A night at the Titanic

28 Aug

Ever wondered what would’ve happened in Titanic (the film) if Leonardo Di Caprio saved his life? Maybe they would’ve married, have pretty kids and so…or maybe they would’ve realised they had nothing in common and just break up. Or maybe they both joined Second Life and live happily in the virtual version of the ship ;p

One of the best things in SL is you can be able to explore the virtual version of cities, planets, beautiful landscaped and yes, even the Titanic!! And no signs of icebergs here, actually the only thing that can put you in danger there is some occasional singer i am not going to mention.  I will just say he makes ME sound like a good singer.

Thursday night we were lucky and HE wasn’t there, the singer was actually not bad at all, the stars were shining and the moon was bright and we were looking gorgeous as ever.

 

Except a small area at the entrance that’s stuffed with ugly vendors, the rest is very well decorated and well, the company made it even better.

You dont get to see Jops in a tux often, so i had to get the chance and make some pics to get some graphic proof of this moment!!

 

Thank you for the last 6 months of my SL.

 

 

Btw, if you want to spend a quiet night, just dancing and chatting and…whatever else you wanna do while dancing ( ;p) just grab this taxi to the Titanic and explore it yourself!

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Titanic/127/193/34

 

 

Missing

13 Aug

 

Sometimes it is funny how you never notice how people appreciate you til you leave. Yesterday i left my old job (RL) after 4 years, and people i hardly talked to came and hugged me and told me how good i am and how sad was seeing me go. And they were honest.On the other hand, people i would’ve wanted to say bye left without even shaking hands with me (LOL).

It has been a hard hard week, doing both jobs at once and next week i have even more job interviews so who knows where i might end…

And sorry i can’t help it, i miss YOU. Yes, i promised not to miss you too much and have fun and blah blah…but i do.

I miss your laugh in the morning, all that squeeeeeeeeeeek and the cappuccino machine. And i miss the nights too…

 

 

P.S: Soon i will continue those tales you love ;p

Doofy & Snow White, just another bizarre love story

29 Jul

Being a princess isn’t easy, specially when your dad gets married with an evil woman that is jealous of your youth and beauty. Snow White got tired of all those boring princes that only wanted the secksin and her dad’s money so she was quite glad when her stepmother sent her to the dark forest…

No animals , no people, nothing. She was about to die of boredom when suddenly she started hearing some music…Following the sound she found a club in the middle of the forest and there he was, giving it all on the dancefloor.

– Hey pretty!!! My name is Doofy, how are you?

– Hello, i am Snow White, but my friends call me Snowhite. I am a bit lost in the forest.

– Oh, don’t worry i can take you home. Used to live with my 6 brothers but i got tired of them. Wanna see where i live?

She was hungry and needed to pee badly, so was quite happy to go somewhere nice, and that little dwarf looked harmless…

 

– Ohhh i love roses, thank you!!

– A girl like you should always have roses.

– I like you, Doofy.

Snowhite was feeling safe with that sweet romancing dwarf, they danced and danced and finally rested a bit on the beach.

 

– Mmm Doofy, you have a big thing in your pocket!

– Oh…that…that is my mobile phone sweety. Anyway, do you wanna see the rest of the place?

– Sure, do you have a toilet?

– Ermm…yes i guess…

 

Doofy said they’d play a game, and after playing she could pee. Snowhite agreed, after all she was very curious about this guy and always liked playing.

 

– Ooh a cross! Dad’s wife has one, but i never knew what was it for.

– It is a very funny toy, just let me adjust the cuffs and…voila!

After a while she was sweating lots, so Doofy gently offered to help her get undressed… and they continued playing.

 

After an hour or so Doofy and Snowhite were both tired, and the idea of a massage seemed nice…

 

 

– Oh, almost forgot, next week it’s my birthday. My 6 brothers will visit, wanna join the party?

– Sure Doofy, i am not going anywhere…

Can a fantasy become a nightmare?

17 Jul

 

Second Life is a virtual world, a place to play, have fun, explore, laugh, love, and also a place to meet some people you would never have the chance to meet in your Real Life.

In my case i joined SL because a friend said i’d like it, it’s fun, we can do stuff together there…sounds familiar? Since that day, around a year and a half ago, i have met friends that i’d love to keep in my life doesn’t matter if i keep playing SL or not. I have also loved, i have been stupid and i have learned from my mistakes. There was a time when my SL was affecting negatively my Real Life, i got too involved in things that i should’ve never known about.

We all have lives, some have partners, and some have partners that also play SL. I think the most important thing is being honest, first with yourself and then with the people that surround you.  I really believe what goes around, comes around…keep that in mind.

And no, this is not about me. It is about a person i know that is suffering and i don’t know how to help. Wish i could do something to make you feel better.

I couldn’t be happier in SL. Someone in SL that makes your RL better, happier, brighter and helps you achieve your goals? A great friend that makes you smile all the time? Yes, that exists. 🙂

 

4 months

27 Jun

 

4 months of laughin’ til my face and my tummy ache.

4 months of feeling you there when i needed you…and when i wanted you ;p

4 months of almost being late at work, you know why.

4 months of feeling extremely lucky.

4 months of being so happy in sl that it is reflecting in my rl too.

4 months of honesty.

4 months of gigglesnorting and several squeeeking (lol).

4 months…and still not a single fight!!!

Sometimes

14 Jun

 

Sometimes, not knowing exactly why, i am happy as i could be. I smile all day, no matter what happens or the worries and problems i might have, i just smile and go on with renewed strenght.
Sometimes you just wake up too sensitive, or too silly, or just too vulnerable and the most simple things can make you cry or feel sad.
Sometimes i look at the mirror and absolutely love what i see, specially since i am more conscient of what i eat and the posibilities i have of changing what i don’t exactly fancy about me.
Sometimes too not all the make up in the world can make you see yourself pretty, forgetting that truely beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Sometimes i wonder how certain people could make it to be adults and have a job and a quite normal life without a single brain cell alive. Seriously.
Sometimes, in the hardest circumstances, amazes me how true talent and intelligence can shine through anything. Unfortunately this is extremely rare, but everytime i see it i have faith in humankind.
Sometimes we can work hard to achieve our goals, our dreams…and we get knocked out by how hard life can be, we sink in our own problems when sometimes the way out is so simple it’s silly.
And sometimes, only sometimes, in the middle of an ordinary life love gives us a fairytale.

And this is why i still believe…

Free hugs!!!

7 Jun

According to wikipedia, a hug is a form of physical intimacy, that usually involves closing or holding the arms around the neck, back, or waist of another person; if more than two persons are involved, this is referred to as a group hug. A hug, sometimes in association with a kiss, eye contact or other gestures, is a form of nonverbal communication. Depending on culture, context and relationship, a hug can indicate familiarity, love, affection or friendship. One person may hug another as an indication of support, comfort, and consolation. A hug can be a demonstration of affection and emotional warmth, sometimes arising out of joy or happiness at meeting someone. Sometimes, hugs are a romantic exchange.

Unlike some other forms of physical intimacy, when both parties mutually engage in the act, a hug can be practiced publicly and privately without stigma in many countries, religions and cultures, within families, and also across age and gender lines,[citation needed] but is generally an indication that people are familiar with each other. An unexpected hug can be regarded as an invasion of a person’s personal space, but if it is reciprocated it is an indication that it is welcome. Also, a person, especially a child, may caress and hug a doll or stuffed animal. Young children will also hug their parents when they feel threatened by an unfamiliar person.

Unlike a kiss, a hug is not usually undertaken as part of a ritual or social act. However, it is a custom in Spain and, by proxy, in Latin American countries for male friends to hug (as well as slap each other on the back) in a joyous greeting, such as on a New Year.

The other day i heard on the tv that, in a certain region in north Spain, 1 out of every 10 adults didn’t have any friend. I don’t have many people i consider friends myself, maybe 4 or 5 (plus my mom, i’ve always considered her my friend though we argue quite a lot), but i have some people i go out with sometimes, and i hug them too!

Now we have internet, we have fancy cars, we work lots to get more money to buy more stuff…and we miss spending time with the people we care about, if we care about anyone else i mean.

So today i am sending you all this virtual bear hug, wishing you a great week and hoping that you hug someone today!!!

Verne’s first heartbreak

25 May

I guess there is a time when any kid wants to leave the comfy cozy castle of his mom, but i never imagined Verne would want to move out within his first year of life.
When i asked what was the reason to make the decission, if he wasnt happy in our new gorgeous land (pics to be posted soon) or if there was anything i could help him with he just said: i am in love and i wanna have some intimacy with her.

So, said and done, i placed a skybox above my garden so Verne could have his place. Some weeks after he sent me an im asking me to teleport there, so i did.
Found him in his little cradle looking a bit down and “not in the mood for chatting”, he said.

-Come on silly, tell me what happened, maybe i can help.
– No, you’ll think i am stupid.
– I could never think you’re stupid, just a bit silly and very stubborn, what happened?
– Ok, i will tell you.

-Juliet, she left.
-Juliet? Who is Juliet?
– My girlfriend, i met her in a hole while i was diggin in the park and now she left me…for a sandworm!!!
– Maybe they are just friends, or maybe she just needs some time. Women can be very complicated, my creepy creature.
– No, she left, look at the note she gave me.

-Awww i am sorry then Verne, but life goes on. There are many many girls out there.
-But she was special…
-We’re all special for someone, you just need to find the one you’re special for.

And it is true, we’re all unique and special. And Verne lives in a jar, isn’t that special already?
I tried to make him laugh a bit and think it worked, because after watching my skills on the circus ball he almost peed on himself!!!

-Feeling better?
-Yes mom, i feel much better now.
-Ok, now let’s go downstairs and pick your stuff, you’re coming back home now.
– Good idea, this place is too empty now.

-What’s that Verne?
-What’s what?
-There!!!Did someone die here?
-I have no idea, those things were here when i woke up this morning…
-Ok, let’s pack your stuff and get out of here, i am nor sure if i want to know more.

Credits: Most of the items you see in this post come from the Tainted Love Hunt arranged by Yellow Jester, one of my fave stores in Second Life.

The Happy Prince

29 Apr

In a day when millions of people are watching the Royal Wedding (me included) i wanted to share with you the story of a different Prince, my favourite prince of all time.

This is the story of the Happy Prince, by Oscar Wilde:

High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. “He is as beautiful as a weathercock,” remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; “only not quite so useful,” he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.
“Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?” asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. “The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.”
“I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,” muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
“He looks just like an angel,” said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.
“How do you know?” said the Mathematical Master, “you have never seen one.”
“Ah! but we have, in our dreams,” answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
“Shall I love you?” said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
“It is a ridiculous attachment,” twittered the other Swallows; “she has no money, and far too many relations”; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. “She has no conversation,” he said, “and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.” And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. “I admit that she is domestic,” he continued, “but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.”
“Will you come away with me?” he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
“You have been trifling with me,” he cried. “I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!” and he flew away.
All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. “Where shall I put up?” he said; “I hope the town has made preparations.”
Then he saw the statue on the tall column.
“I will put up there,” he cried; “it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air.” So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.
“I have a golden bedroom,” he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. “What a curious thing!” he cried; “there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.”
Then another drop fell.
“What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?” he said; “I must look for a good chimney-pot,” and he determined to fly away.
But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw – Ah! what did he see?
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.
“Who are you?” he said.
“I am the Happy Prince.”
“Why are you weeping then?” asked the Swallow; “you have quite drenched me.”
“When I was alive and had a human heart,” answered the statue, “I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans- Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep.”
“What! is he not solid gold?” said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.
“Far away,” continued the statue in a low musical voice, “far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion- flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of- honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.”
“I am waited for in Egypt,” said the Swallow. “My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus- flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.”
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.”
“I don’t think I like boys,” answered the Swallow. “Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.”
But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. “It is very cold here,” he said; “but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.”
“Thank you, little Swallow,” said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.
He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. “How wonderful the stars are,” he said to her, “and how wonderful is the power of love!”
“I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,” she answered; “I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.”
He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. “How cool I feel,” said the boy, “I must be getting better”; and he sank into a delicious slumber.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. “It is curious,” he remarked, “but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.”
“That is because you have done a good action,” said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.
When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. “What a remarkable phenomenon,” said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. “A swallow in winter!” And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.
“To-night I go to Egypt,” said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, “What a distinguished stranger!” so he enjoyed himself very much.
When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. “Have you any commissions for Egypt?” he cried; “I am just starting.”
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me one night longer?”
“I am waited for in Egypt,” answered the Swallow. “To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.”
“I will wait with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. “Shall I take him another ruby?”
“Alas! I have no ruby now,” said the Prince; “my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.”
“Dear Prince,” said the Swallow, “I cannot do that”; and he began to weep.
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.
“I am beginning to be appreciated,” he cried; “this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,” and he looked quite happy.
The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. “Heave a-hoy!” they shouted as each chest came up. “I am going to Egypt”! cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.
“I am come to bid you good-bye,” he cried.
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me one night longer?”
“It is winter,” answered the Swallow, “and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.”
“In the square below,” said the Happy Prince, “there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.”
“I will stay with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, “but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.”
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”
So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. “What a lovely bit of glass,” cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.
Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. “You are blind now,” he said, “so I will stay with you always.”
“No, little Swallow,” said the poor Prince, “you must go away to Egypt.”
“I will stay with you always,” said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet.
All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.
“Dear little Swallow,” said the Prince, “you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.”
So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. “How hungry we are!” they said. “You must not lie here,” shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.
Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.
“I am covered with fine gold,” said the Prince, “you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.”
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. “We have bread now!” they cried.
Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.
The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.
But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. “Good-bye, dear Prince!” he murmured, “will you let me kiss your hand?”
“I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.”
“It is not to Egypt that I am going,” said the Swallow. “I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?”
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.
Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: “Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!” he said.
“How shabby indeed!” cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor; and they went up to look at it.
“The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,” said the Mayor in fact, “he is litttle beter than a beggar!”
“Little better than a beggar,” said the Town Councillors.
“And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!” continued the Mayor. “We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.” And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. “As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,” said the Art Professor at the University.
Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. “We must have another statue, of course,” he said, “and it shall be a statue of myself.”
“Of myself,” said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.
“What a strange thing!” said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. “This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.” So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.
“Bring me the two most precious things in the city,” said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.
“You have rightly chosen,” said God, “for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.”