At the end of the day,
when the work is done,
and the sun is sinking low on the horizon...
The fly masks come off,
and it's time for fun and frivolity.
With no regard for the "hat hair" that results from the fly masks,
we donne our tiaras...
and our tutus...
and enter the world of make-believe.
Princesses, we two...
half-sisters of royal descent...
were placed under a spell by the wicked queen before our birth.
Waiting, waiting, waiting for our handsome prince to come along
and break the spell that keeps us hidden away beneath the fur
of two lowly donkeys.
"Okay," says Chloe, "you've had the tutu long enough. It's my turn now."
And with that she snatches it from Daphne.
"Not tho tathty," she says as she takes a bite.
(Let me help you, Chloe.)
(There, that's better.)
Wearing the tutu is more befitting a princess than eating it!
Dusk has settled in,
and playtime is over.
It's time to tuck these two princesses into their beds for the night.
What do you suppose they will dream about?
Perhaps their princes?
Sweet dreams dear donkeys.