Parsley
Once upon a time, long ago, there was a girl who lived with her mother in a small cottage in the forest. She was called Parsley because she went to gather parsley every day for her mother, who was very sick. One day, while she was out picking parsley, her fairy godmother appeared and told her the prince was looking for a bride, and that there was to be three balls for him to find one. Parsley knew she couldn’t go because she was poor and had no dress to wear. Well, her fairy godmother said that she was a good girl and deserved to go. So she waved her magic wand and suddenly Parsley was dressed in a silver gown that sparkled like the stars. She went to the ball, and everyone wondered who the mysterious girl was, but the prince was enchanted with her, and they danced all night.
The next night, there was another ball, and her fairy godmother came again. Once again, she waved her magic wand and suddenly Parsley was dressed in a white gown that glowed like the moon. She went to the ball and danced with the prince.
The next night, was the third, and final, ball. Her fairy godmother came again, and this time, she was dressed in a yellow gown that shone like the sun. It was even more beautiful than the last gown. When the prince saw her, he danced with her, and asked her to be his wife. Parsley said yes. Soon after, Parsley’s mother was well, and the prince and Parsley got married.
Then they stepped on a piece of tin, the tin bent, and the story ent.
This is my retelling, of my mother's retelling, of a story her grandmother told her. We don't know where she heard the story, or if she made it up herself. She closed all of her stories with the tin bent line.
My great grandmother was of German descent, born in New Orleans around 1880. She spent some time in an orphanage, and also traveled the country as an entertainer.
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