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Tea Time

I sat in my castle, playing with my stuffed teddy. We were having a tea party. As I poured teddy a cup of tea, my tiara began to slip off my head. I managed to catch it before it hit the ground. A princess’s tiara must never touch the gross ground. “Gosh teddy. Being a princess is so tiring. Let’s see if my servant will bring us some cookies,” I said as I rang my hand bell. An eternity passed and there was no answer. I rang it again only this time I rang it louder and longer. Again, there was no response. “Mommy!” I shouted. I hung my head out of the window of my castle. Finally, my mom made her way towards me. “Yes, Lillian?” she asked. “I demand you bring me and teddy cookies.” “Excuse me?” “I said…” She cut me off before I could finish. “I heard what you said, Lillian. Princesses don’t get to boss their mommies around. You don’t need cookies this close to dinner. Now, get out of your castle and fold it back up. Daddy will be home soon,” mommy said as she walked out of the living room. “She just doesn’t understand the princess life, teddy,” I said as I crawled out of my castle. I pulled teddy out of the castle and carried him under my arm into the kitchen. “Mommy? Why didn’t you come when I rang for you?” I asked. “That is a rude action for you to do, Lillian.” “But I’m a princess. You have to do what I say.” I watched my mommy put down her cooking utensils and walk into the living room. She came back with my castle folded under her arm. “Mommy, what’re you doing with my castle?” “You can have it back when you learn manners,” she said.

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