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My entry is below in three hundred words or less - excluding the title.
The Beautician and the Beast
I wasn't always a princess. I was once a beautician that groomed dogs, but then some strange luck led me to the prince.
My life was good when I had my shears. I could turn any mutt into a bright eyed fox with a few snips.
A day came when my poor shears became blunt and I could no longer make a mongrel smile. I knew I had to do something drastic.
I set out to find a replacement.
Deep in the woods where the path ended stood a lonely castle. I knocked once and a hairy beast answered.
“We don’t want any,” he said.
“But, I’m here to ask for a pair of shears?” I squeaked.
“I have one pair but I need them,” he said trying to close the door.
I tried to think of something fast, “You look familiar. Are you related to…”
“…the prince?” he answered.
“Er…I was thinking more like Bigfoot,” I said.
“No!” he growled.
“A hideous witch transformed me into this. I should have requested to be a scaly dragon then be cursed with all this hair,” he whined.
I promised the beast I’d help him, but first I just need to borrow his shears.
I washed behind his ears making his tail wag.
I chopped and styled his hair making it fall off nicely.
Whoa unexpected! What a hunk of a prince, he was.
But only for a moment!
His hair magically grew right back making his heart sink.
I tried once again, but the hair returned. I gave him back his shears.
When in Rome, I thought.
I grew mine out too.
I had leg hair long enough to braid and pits longer than Rapunzel’s mane.
The beast and I were married and lived hairy ever after.