The very next day, she put on
her most professional suit (you know - the kind that says 'I’m
very important and I know what I’m doing and you certainly
want to take me seriously!'), and with her Magical Scroll tucked
safely within a sleek, black case, she set out to the Big Bright
City of Lights to find herself a job.
And because The Chinchilla Princess
was truly a talented, impressive and blessed creature, she got a
job at the first Institution of the Laws of the Agreed World that
she applied to.
So after, of course, going to
all the very best couture shops and buying herself a wondrous wardrobe
of very impressive 'Take me Seriously' suits of the finest materials
she could find, The Chinchilla Princess started work at Weave &
She worked very hard at bending
the Rules of the Agreed World as she was instructed, in order to
do a good job and impress her bosses, and also because she wanted
very, very much to be an Important Person in the World and to Do
She worked late every night, and
often on weekends too, tucked away in her chamber at Weave &
Weasel Inc., surrounded by swirls of magic as she canted and spun
and bent and wove the Rules.
And partly because she worked
so hard and never said no to a task, and partly because they believed
that apprentices should be worked to the bone to prove their worth,
her bosses gave her more and more to do.
Time passed, and every night The
Chinchilla Princess went home to the arms of her beloved woodsman
(who was usually asleep already for she always came home so late).
She would curl her body into his
safe, strong arms and, tucked away in their humble home in the forest,
she quietly shed tiny, crystalline tears that she collected in a
little blue jar, and which she hid under a floorboard beneath their
"Now hold on a moment!
What were the tears for?" I hear you ask. "Surely
she was happy! She had her beloved woodsman, a job at an fine Institution
of the Laws of the Agreed World, and was Making Things Happen, so
what more could she want?!"
Well, for one thing, she was very,
very tired. As you know she was worked to the bone, and we all become
a little sad when our energy is so depleted! But The Chinchilla
Princess was sad for something more, and what that was she really
All she knew was that every evening
when she arrived home and took off her very impressive suit and
looked at herself in the mirror, she saw a dullness in her once
wild and fresh eyes.
When she touched her once oh-so-soft
pelt of fur, it felt coarser, and small bare patches were appearing
here and there.
And, when she looked into her
heart she saw a thin red membrane growing around it and slowly hardening,
like a protective shell.
She cried from the sadness of
something lost. And every night, into each of those tiny, crystalline
tears she shed, went a little bit more of her soul.
But The Chinchilla Princess was
brave and wanted very much to do The Right Thing, and so she got
up every morning and travelled from her humble home in the forest
to the Big Bright City of Lights, to her chamber at Weave &
Weasel Inc., and canted and spun and bent and wove the Rules of
the Agreed World, and said nothing to anyone about the sadness she
felt seeping through her soul...