Let’s see how well I can turn quotes I’ve been collecting since May into a single cohesive story! In consecutive quote and accompanying picture order. Each of these have something new. Something I’d never heard before. Hopefully the story is as fun as watching her language evolve, add new verbs and grammar and concepts! Enjoy!
There once was a kind and playful young princess named Aria. On the eve of her second birthday, she began to form sentences. These were no ordinary sentences, for Princess Aria had mystical heritage that gave power and resonance to her every word. Yes. This Princess had super powers.
It all began with “I want daddy,” and there he was, minutes later. Her voice had called him.
Aria, though young, was determined to use her powers for good. She began by caring for the doll named Moana who lived in the castle. Moana loved her stroller, but sometimes it wouldn’t work!
“It’s broken. I fix it.” And low and behold, the stroller worked again!
She didn’t stop at fixing the stroller. “I changing the baby’s diaper.” Right there in the middle of the royal forest, no matter the great beasts that abounded!
All that work wore little Aria out. “I want to lay down. The baby sleeping. Aria sleeping.” They both rest easy under the blanket of her words.
It was time to go and the Queen Mother insisted that Aria leave Moana behind. “I want to bring my baby!” Aria asserted.
It soon became clear why, “The cat woke up,” and what a danger it surely was. Moana would certainly be safer with them.
Aria had to use her extra special bubble powers to save the kingdom from the prowling cat beast! “I blow it!” she howled, and the cat beast was gone, a stream of magical bubbles chasing it away.
The bubbles weren’t enough! It was time to go to war. The Royal Family donned their military colors and prepared for the battle of the cats. “Mommy has a pink shirt. Daddy has a pink shirt. Aria has a pink shirt!” We we’re ready.
Aria wanted to battle the villains herself. She didn’t want Mommy and Daddy to risk the feline wrath. “Walk away,” she begged. Then she demanded. “Walk away.”
As she tumbled to the ground from another attack by the rebel kitties, Aria had an idea. Perhaps the king and queen could hide!
“Right there the potty is!” she shouted over the melee of battle.
The king and queen didn’t want to hide. But it wouldn’t be forever. They crouched and trembled in the darkness of the fetid latrine, protected for the moment from the coming onslaught.
“One minute daddy!” Aria shouted to them. They just had to last a minute longer.
But then, it became clear falling back to their fortress was the only option.
“I close it. Mommy get in!”
From within the protective walls of the castle, another idea came to mind of the courageous princess. She could bury the invaders. Just a few words could do it.
“I knock down the tower. It’s off the table!”
She didn’t have to use any hammers or cranes to do this epic fear. “Not my hands,” she told the masses of peasants watching in shock and hope. “Just my head!”
It felt as if the rebel cats were all around them. Their scratches echoed through the castle halls as they pounded against the gates and clawed their way up the walls. The people of the castle sobbed for fear.
Then Aria raised her hands. From within the white walls of the castle, a deep rumbling began. It grew louder and louder. The earth shook with the force of Aria’s super powers.
The terrified cats leapt from the walls and abandoned the gate, afraid of being thrown down by Princess Aria. The earthquake followed and chased them away, until at last the entire rebel army was in retreat.
Victory. The castle was safe. Moana was safe. The queen and king were safe. Hallelujah!
And now, our great champion was hungry! Not for those unsubstantial potatoe chips. For the good stuff, the high fiber stuff. The blackbean chips.
“I want chips. No, Aria chips. The *whole* bag.”
The queen and princess wandered off together, quietly celebrating the great victory. They went up to the battlements and looked at the great sea to the west of the castle. The sun glinted off the water. Crashing waves were just barely audible in the stillness of the late afternoon. Aria smiled.
“There is water, Mommy!”
Yes darling, the queen agreed. She smiled, but there was a solemnity in her look. Her daughter was growing up. She wouldn’t always be able to protect her. The battle with the cats had proven that. It was time to give her the keys to the family armory.
The queen led her from the battlements to the keep in the center of the castle. At the very bottom of the keep a hidden door suddenly appeared. The queen handed Aria the keys.
“I open the door!” Aria said with wonder as the door opened up to a vast network of secret rooms below the castle.
The little warrior dressed herself in magical armor from the family stash. “I got my pockets mommy!” Aria noted about her hauberk.
Aria and the queen walked in their brilliant armor. Lords and peasants alike gazed in awe at their finery. Cheers seemed to follow them wherever they went. They looked every bit the victors of the great battle just won.
Mother and daughter went to the great strategy room to join the king and their advisors in planning out their next move. The threat had abated for now, but that wasn’t enough. They needed a lasting peace for the kingdom to survive.
An idea started to percolate. Perhaps they could begin to make peace with the rebel cats by hosting a great feast. Some diplomacy was definitely in order. Aria suggested the king and queen themselves go as chief ambassadors to the foreign lands to propose the idea of a Feast of Peace.
“Daddy needs to go to work. Mommy goes to Aria’s gym,” Aria asserted, almost to herself as she drafted up her plan on the window of the Great Hall.
After several weeks, the queen and king came back with good news from abroad. Rebels and friendly neighbors alike would join them for the Feast of Peace. It was time to send word by invitation to all.
Aria’s scribe drafted the invitations and she authenticated it with her noble insignia. “That’s my handprint!”
Aria yelled out into the wind, calling her fastest curriers to deliver the invitations. She would send them by air, on the wings of dragons and in the hands of the king’s most trusted envoys.
“I want to put the guy on the dragon. Help me daddy!!”
It would soon be time for visitors from all around the land and neighboring kingdoms to arrive. But would they all truly come in peace? What will happen next? How will Aria’s words change what could be a disastrous course of events?
Tune in next time for Once Upon a Time Part 2: Quotes from July and August!