Eleanor penned a story at Granny’s house. It goes like this,
palace walls. Her dress was palish pink, her eyes were as blue as the sea
and her hair was as brown as a tree trunk.
The King and Queen looked after their little Princess. She grew up and when she was 18 her parents died. She was 18 what would she do! She decided to look for another family…
But she found Candy Land and ate lots of candy floss
My feelings about this story are complex.
Mainly I would like to say that the close up on the eyes of the princess is, frankly, terrifying, and makes me feel a bit like a lame gazelle suddenly observing two tigerish eyes glowering at me through a rather thickety underbrush.