Once upon a time...
There was a young maiden called Sleeping Beauty, who lived a pretty happy life. (i mean, look at her name! people like us can only snooze for about 6 hours or so, but she continually engages in slumber. maybe that's what makes her a beauty). Yet one day, she heard rumours that people were calling her Sleeping Ugly, amongst other speculations. She was mortified at the speed at which such rubbish travelled, not to mention the way in which it did: in one ear, out one mouth, and into another ear, out another mouth. (picture it: regurgitation at its best. what a sly, vicious cycle, ain't it.) She was also miffed at how they believed in such ungrounded theories. Only if they had bothered to look at her, and not believe in hearsay, would they have received the truth and seen her to be a Beauty (and not an Ugly of course *snorts*).
but despite all these, she lived happily ever after. (sure, sure, as all fairytales go, she does. but don't you realise that's just an assumption? who knows; maybe Sleeping Beauty would get insomnia. the ending, then, is solely for Sleeping Beauty to know & to experience.)
The End
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