Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 18:43:42 -0400
From: murgatroyd02@yahoo.com
Subject: A New Version of The Little Prince

Bit A New Version of
The Little Prince

	Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, in the middle of Europe,
there lived a beautiful young prince. This prince was so sweet and gentle
that nobody could ever believe he was a prince. "He must be an angel", said
his mother, as she watched him playing quietly on his computer. The boys
and girls in his town used to look up at his castle and dream of him, as he
was so loving and sweet.
	Whenever the beautiful young prince would come to the village, the
maidens would all blush, and wink at him. The young men would all blush
too, and wink at him, for they knew the beautiful young prince was gay and
proud, and they all wanted to be his boyfriend. (This is a VERY modern land
we are talking about).
	The prince was quite small of stature, and very slim. He had soft,
downy hair, shining eyes, and a delicate build. His skin was like the
finest porcelain, and his hands were so gentle that his touch felt like a
feather had passed over you, when he shook your hand.  He dressed like a
prince should, in long, flowing clothes. He would dance in the village
square with the boys, and kiss them tenderly in the moonlight, but no one
boy was his boyfriend.
	One day, the beautiful prince was skateboarding down the mountain
below the castle, when he tripped and fell. His knees crashed on a huge
boulder, with such a loud cracking sound that the entire village looked up
in alarm. The village doctor huffed and puffed as he climbed up to the
boulder, where the prince lay, his beautiful face covered in tears. The
doctor scooped the slim young prince up in his kind hands and carried him
to the castle gates. Inside, he looked at the young prince's knees, and
shook his head. "My boy, you will never walk again."
	The Queen and the prince wept together, huge tears. The town was
silent. Girls cried. Boys held each other's hands and cried together. The
little town was very sad. One cold, windy morning, the prince asked his
servant to help him on to a horse, and he rode to the village. The horse
stopped in the village square, and the prince quietly spoke. All the people
listened. "Hear me, oh my people. I, Prince Hans, hereby promise that I
will walk once more in this village. I promise I will get better." The
people cheered, all the boys kissed each other, and the girls danced for
joy.
	For the next many moons, the young prince stayed in bed, wearing
very little, staring sadly out of the window. He exercised his slim arms
and legs, and waited patiently for his knees to heal. Every week, he
mounted his horse and rode to the hospital, where the doctor would change
his bandages and tell him "Soon, you will be walking! It is a miracle!" The
prince was lonely, though. He played video games on the royal computer, and
listened to techno music, and lay in bed, trying not to cry.
	One sunny morning, the prince rode into the hospital. As he
arrived, he saw another boy on a horse just like his. The two boys looked
into each others' eyes, and their eyes sparkled like diamonds. The other
boy was as dark as the prince was fair, and as strong as the prince was
delicate. The footman carried the prince to a bed in the hospital, and
gently removed his clothes, covering him with a thin blanket. The prince
shivered.
	The footman arrived again, carrying the dark, strong boy in his
arms. The prince saw that the boy could not walk either. His feet were sore
and swollen. The footman undressed the youth, and the prince's eyes shone,
for the young man was very beautiful. He has short, dark hair, a strong
torso, deep-red nipples and it was clear that he liked being stared at, for
he had a very large erection, as he looked at the beautiful prince. They
both blushed. "Footman, please lift this young man to my bed, so that he
and I can talk", ordered the prince.
	The young man lay quietly on the cot next to the prince, saying
nothing. They were both breathing heavily, and there were two huge tents
under the blankets. Shyly, the beautiful prince took the young man's hand,
his fingers lacing through the other's strong hands. "I am Prince Hans, and
you are...?" The other boy smiled at the Prince, tenderly.
	"My name, sir, is Johan. I live in the village. A stampeding horse
crushed my feet.  But I am recovering. I used to look up at the castle
every day, hoping to see you. You are the most beautiful man in the world,
and I have loved you forever." His eyes shone with tears, and his face was
deep red as he blushed.
	"I am Hans to you, Johan. You are a very, very sweet boy, and I
have been so lonely. You are the boy of my dreams." So saying, the
beautiful prince leaned over, and tenderly kissed Johan on his ruby-red
lips. Johan's arms encircled Hans' neck, and the boys kissed passionately,
their breathing laboured, their hands exploring each other's bodies.
	The boys lay close, kissing, tenderly now, and were lying in each
other's arms, smiling, when the doctor arrived. The doctor smiled at the
two boys. They were so peaceful, sleeping on the cot, the blanket lying on
the floor. Tenderly, he carried the two young lovers in his strong arms to
a private room, and placed them on a huge, king-sized waterbed. The boys
looked up at him, lovingly, and he kissed them on their lips, telling them
"You are each the best medicine for the other."
	From that day onward, the two young men were inseparable. They lay
in their bed in the hospital, making love with more and more passion. They
would talk for hours, their arms around each other, kissing every few
minutes, stopping their lovemaking and talking only to sit in the bath
together, eat together, or sleep, their arms always protecting the other.
	One day, they awoke, and the prince felt a surge of power in his
legs. He slipped from the bed, stood up, and found he could walk!! He
turned around to see his beautiful lover, also walking. They stood together
in awe, then embraced tenderly. "Tomorrow is the royal ball", said the
beautiful prince. "We shall dance there together."
	The next day dawned. The boys told nobody that they could walk
again. The queen sent a coach for them, and they rode together, hand in
hand, from the hospital to the castle. When they arrived, the footman
carried them to the prince's bedroom. He dressed them both in the finest
silk, with matching gold coronets on their shining heads. They quietly made
their way, unnoticed, to the ball-room. The room was full of knights and
ladies, resplendent in their finery. The queen sat at her throne, and next
to her, were two massive chairs, both empty. The prince found a courtier,
whispered in her ear, and she in turn, whispered in the ear of the royal
trumpeter.
	Suddenly, the royal trumpeter heralded a very important event. The
courtier stood, and in her strongest voice, said "Make way for Prince Hans,
and his consort." The crowd parted, and as the trumpet rang out, the
beautiful prince strode slowly but firmly through the crowd, his arm around
the waist of his beautiful Johan. When they came to the Queen, the boys
bowed, then looked up, their eyes shining. "Mother, I want you to meet my
darling Johan. I will marry him when the clock strikes twelve." Then the
boys danced together, slowly, their arms around each other's necks, as the
crowd applauded.
	The Queen smiled tenderly, and kissed both boys. The prince and his
Johan sat together in the two chairs, holding hands. At the stroke of
midnight, the village priest was summoned, and the two sweet young men were
married. And they lived HAPPIlY EVER AFTER