 The winds of change blow through our hair and leave us standing there, staring into the distance, expecting at any one moment that the gods of the circumstance will tell us why. In the meantime, here's a pantomime, a trivial tale with no intention but to entertain, and reality has a way to infiltrate fantasy with an allegorical intent, where nothing is what it seems in a world where dreams can so quickly turn to a nightmare. So with that in mind, the miraculous theatre group would like to present catharsis, their once lived a prince whose heart was cold, his parents had died when he was three years old, and because he'd never known to be loved, he became increasingly selfish and mean, and like a lonely forgotten king, he languished for a queen, and then one stormy night, to make matters even worse, his mean and cruel call-heartedness resulted in a curse. Not anyone, well, not stupid, of course, what do you want, old lady? Ebenezer, a merchant with three daughters, who'd fallen on hard times, it seems, by financing ships in dangerous waters. The two bread-spread daughters were dumb and dull, the third shone like a ruby. In the treasure chest of worst and best, the jewel was a yubi-tubi. Ebenezer's latest ship, called the Bitcoin, loaded with silver disguised as junk, had been robbed by a gang of pirates and ceremoniously sunk, was insurance, a very dicey game, that will employ every trick in the book to deny that he has a claim. But even so poor, as he goes out the door, since he has to go to the city, the bread-spreads take great advantage to let him know what they need and plead to be competitively pretty. The exception, of course, was yubi-tubi. She loved her father so. She would never imburden his journey out into the blizzard and snow. She made you swear and promise never to give this away. This is too valuable. But I will bring it back, no matter what. And if they're getting a present, what about you? What can I get you? All I want is for you to come home safe, to us. It will make me happy to get you something. Please, let me get you something, for me. Well, I guess if it's for you. Consider it done. If I return home empty-handed, the one thing I will definitely have is your pumpkin flower. Thank you. I will return back to you. Ebenezer said forth, burdened with his distress, like a solitary sailor in a sea of emptiness. So it's no surprise he lost his way. So confused was he when suddenly he saw a spark in the dark that magically turned out to be a comic book copy of a castle with a dark air of mystery. There was a bell by the light, so he rang it. And the door was opened by Miguel, the robotic butler, to whomever did they dwell. The castle of the hermetic prince, Harry, scary. The victim of the curse. And although it was a sentence he would dearly love to reverse. But after so long he'd been open to intrusion, so lonely had he become. So he backened Ebenezer to the table and gave him a glass of rum. By way of conversation with that peculiarly, Ebenezer mentioned his beautiful daughters and the prince hatched a devious plan. Stupido, you said not anybody in. I permission from the castle say as long as you wish. Thank you. I'll stay the night, then I'll go first thing in the morning. For this otherwise I have three beautiful daughters at home who will worry about me. Who daughters and me all the long. I'm going to bed. Miguel will show you your room. Next morning as Ebenezer was leaving to return to his daughters three, he plucked a flower from the prince's garden to keep his promise to his darling me. The prince famed anger and anguish and demanded he pay the price. On his return he must decide which daughter he was prepared to sacrifice. The prince suddenly wasn't so friendly and Ebenezer felt himself shrink. To have to give up any one of his daughters was the last thing he'd like to think. Yes, I can find my way out. Thank you. What a nice man. So kind and friendly. And what a nice garden as well. A pumpkin flower. I should pick one for you, each of you. But the beast told me never to take anything without his permission. It's okay, he's very far away. You wouldn't want to be called just for this. It's a small pumpkin flower. He wouldn't want it. Small flower, you can use a pumpkin. Not sure. Well you said for as long as I want. But that's crazy. How can you ask that? No. No. Measures. That will not be the same. To them on returning, the bread spread simultaneously said, no way. Which the beautiful, beautiful Yui Chubi couldn't bring herself to say. Of course she would miss the father she loved, of that there was no doubt. But she had a brave sense of adventure that she'd never been without. And when the next thing the bell she was ringing determined to make a stand that no matter what situation she was sure she could get it in hand. I'm so beautiful. The one you like to hear first. I think I'd like to hear the good news. So the good news is your pumpkin flower. Where did you get it? That brings us to the bad news. Let me explain. So basically I was trotting through the snow. You have to give me one of your daughters until like to be his slave until he says. Unfortunately that's it. Volunteers to be the beast servant. Did you mind? Yes, 100% like because I love you and everything you do and everything you say and everything you think and everything. But I didn't say which night. Oh. Doing what? Uh, stuff. Like important stuff. Like, like. Mama, I must do. As I picked the flower, as it's my fault, I will go and get my blood sucked by you on the back. That's not happening. It was my fault. I must go to the village to get help. I might even have to call that Samson person the rich, snobby, handsome, good looking guy. Prince was extremely friendly. The prince was extremely unfriendly at first to be retrieved and treated her like a slave. Something not to be acknowledged until he tasted her cordon bleu cooking and realized that she'd actually been to college. His feelings for her slowly softened despite his arrogant nature and he found that his first impressions had been dismissively premature and then he gradually noticed that his hair had stopped to grow and still he was fully covered with it from his head down to his toe. It was then that you achieve he told him of his skill with a pair of shears that if she would only just trust her, she would barb away his fears. And trouble to play. You teach monkeys on one island to clean and wash and eat root vegetables. A behavior atypical to monkeys. Monkeys on the other island started to display the same behavior. When the monkey population reached 100 on the transmitting island, hence the 100 monkey theory. Well... Bellish and extend so that the fate of these circumstantial lovers must come to a happy end. Well, guess what? I bought them along just in case you need to do a little haircut thing.