The Deal Me In short story reading challenge continues apace. I assigned Lang’s Rainbow Fairy Books to the diamond suit, and drew a diamond again this week. The story, from Iceland, was:
First, I love fairy tales that just go on and on, with one adventure piled on top of another. You’re like, Could this even GET any wackier? And the story answers, Hold my beer.
Also, I like “younger son” stories, where the least likely to succeed does succeed. This one is different, though. Prince Ring is the only son, and he’s kinda like a male, royal me. Lazy — check. Scared of everything — check. Incapable and unabitious– check, check.
Lucky for Ring, he runs across a talking dog who attaches himself to him, is fearless, strong, energetic, and can do anything. The dog is who I think I am when I think about myself.
So Ring succeeds and marries a King’s daughter. The dog … Well, I encourage you to read the story. I finished it shaking my head, and glad I wasn’t any of the women in the story. They were prolly all shaking their heads, too.
A WRITING PROMPT BASED ON MY POST: Write about a boy and his dog. Not you, Harlan; you done done that.