RaPUNzel

The handsome prince stared up at the tower window. "Are you going to do it properly this time?" he called.

"Yes."

"Not just trim off a lock and toss it down?"

"No."

"Not apologizing to your hair for failing to brush it?"

"It wouldn't be funny the second time."

"Right." The prince cleared his throat. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair."

There was a descending scream and a thump as something long-limbed and gray-furred landed heavily in the roses. After a brief struggle to free itself, the hare bounded into the night.

From above came the sound of smothered laughter.