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Friday, August 15, 2008
The little Mermaid
The little Mermaid was the daughter of the king mermaid.


One night, she saved a prince from a violent sea typhoon. She immediately fell in love with the prince since then.


In order for her to be with her prince, she approached the witch of the ocean to exchange her beautiful voice for a potion that could transform her into a human being.
Nonetheless, there was a condition for the little mermaid that was if the she didn't succeed in getting the prince to fall for her, she wouldnt be able to return back to a mermaid again.
She accepted the trade and soon found herself walking the lands with her newly formed feet.

It wasn't long before she found her prince castle. However, by the time she was able to even meet the prince, he had already married the princess from the neighbouring country.



At the seaside, the little mermaid's sisters came to her and gave her a knife. It was the knife given to them by the witch of the sea in exchange for all of their beautiful long hair.

"With this knife, you should kill the prince,"they said from the water, passing over the knife,"you can return to be a mermaid again."


Nonetheless, the little mermaid threw the knife away without a second thought. By the next morning she turned into bubbles and disappeared.

Animals are afterall animals.
They use their instinct.
When they are hungry, they eat.
When they are tired, they sleep.

ITs the same for the little mermaid.
Because she liked him, she wanted to be with him.

Throwing away all her doubts, she endured the pain on her feet.

Just because she wanted to meet the prince, she drank the potion.
She couldn't talk. And since she couldn't express herself, she must have been always thinking about it...

"With this knife. kill the prince!"a sister said,"Then you can stay alive, and wouldnt be turned into bubbles!"
The little mermaid shook her head
"Why?"they asked, knowing that they could never heard her answer...

Because, it will be even more painful if i stayed alive. If he is happy, I'll be very happy. That is why.

When she was turning into bubbles, she loved the prince with all her heart.

Once upon a time, a little mermaid was in love, she transformed into a human... ...


Catching the falling leaves ...[11:42 PM]
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