Tears streamed down Melody’s face. Dipping her head, she rubbed swollen eyes against her legs. Melody blinked, the lower lid flapping as it hit the upper.
My damsel in distress.
I cursed the universe, cursed her itchy eyes, and then simply cursed.
Then I called three different Vets.
My Vet couldn’t come within a reasonable amount of time. I called another Vet, one who came recommended, but our kingdom is too far-far away. Then I called Kern Road.
Thank goodness for Dr. Esterline.
The Prince drove in on his steed (a red pickup), brandishing eye meds and comforting words that all would (eventually) be well with the Princess.
He came, he stained, he medicated.
Princess Melody is currently ensconced in a tower (stall) wearing a veil of protection (flymask). She’ll remain a prisoner until the Evil Queen (me) releases her.
Or perhaps the Queen will encase her in bubble wrap. Maybe she’ll escape, Rapunzel-style, when her tail grows–
(She could be there a while.)