The Story Of The Prince Who Became A Chicken

The Story Of The Prince Who Became A Chicken

A Story by Cookie
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A prince embarrassed by a cold hearted princess, shows the world her true colors.

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom not so far away, lived a prince. His name was prince Alfred. Up until recently he lived a life of ease like most princes do. Prince Alfred had become infatuated with a princess in the next kingdom. Princess Madison lived a pampered life. She was spoiled in every way and thought the world revolved around only her. She was cold and cruel like spoiled girls can be. She particularly enjoyed breaking the hearts of every prince she saw. She did it for laughs.

Prince Alfred was unaware of her reputation. All he saw was her outward beauty. He sent the princess flowers and little letters of affection. When she received them she would throw them away without even reading them. One day Prince Alfred decided he would go see the princess. He dressed in his finest clothes and made his way to her castle. Upon arriving he was recieved by her handmaiden. He said, “I request an audience with the most beautiful princess in the world.” The handmaiden laughed and told the princess. She was sitting in her garden when the prince walked up. “Hello, My name is Prince Alfred. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” The princess looked at him and began laughing. “Do you think I’d ever be interested in a lowly prince from your kingdom? Preposterous!” She exclaimed. The prince was horrified. He apologized and quickly turned and ran away. He was heartbroken. As he left the castle he began to feel strange. “What could be happening?” He thought. Suddenly he saw a flash and fell to the ground unconscious.

When the prince woke up he felt better. It must have just been my nerves, he thought to himself and he began his journey home. He realized he could barely walk. He managed to make it to the edge of a creek to get a drink. When he bent over to get some water he saw his reflection. He jumped back falling on his butt. “What in the…” he said. He was terrified. He slowly leaned forward to get another look and couldn’t believe what he saw. The prince had turned into chicken. You see earlier, as the prince traveled to see the princess he came across a woman selling trinkets by the roadside. Unbeknownst to him she was a gypsy. He had purchased a small pendant that he had intended to give the princess. The prince didn’t know the pendant was magical. It would make a person's appearance match their actions. Since the prince had run away from the princess crying it had turned him into a chicken.

“What am I going to do?” He thought. ”How did this happen?” Then he remembered what the gypsy woman had said when he bought the pendant. “Be careful with this, it’ll show your inner self.” Prince Alfred didn’t know what to do. How would anyone know who he was? All he could do was continue his journey home and maybe he would run into the Gypsy lady and she would tell him what to do.

He walked and walked keeping an eye out for the lady selling trinkets by the road. When he got close to where he had seen her before he stopped so there would be no way to miss her. Sure enough, just off of the road, he saw her wagon. There was a fire built with something cooking on it. He walked over to the wagon when he heard, “Hey! There’s a chicken! Dinners back on!” The prince began to squawk. He was so scared he couldn’t even start to speak, luckily for him. The Gypsy lady could still recognize him and said, “You can eat this one. He’s not a real chicken.” Disappointed, the man went back to searching for dinner.

“Please help me!” The prince exclaimed. “I don’t know what happened.” He explained the whole situation to the Gypsy and she was appalled. She hated people who acted like they were better than everyone else. “I know how to fix this.” She said “You must give the pendant to someone else. When they accept it the magic will transfer to them and you will be returned to your normal self.” “Who should I give it to?” The prince asked. The Gypsy said, “If it were me I’d give it to that cruel spoiled princess.” “How can I do that?” The prince asked, “Look at me! I’m a chicken.” The Gypsy said to the prince, “ You’ll know what to do when the time comes.” With that the prince thanked the Gypsy lady and headed back towards the princess’s castle. When he got there he hid among a wagon load of other chickens so he could get into the castle. He thought about how spoiled the princess was and that gave him an idea. He wrapped the pendant in the most beautiful paper he could find. He wrote “This pendant may only be owned by the most worthy person in the land.” on a note and left the package where her handmaiden would find it.

Sure enough, along came the handmaiden and she found the package and read the note. She wanted to keep it for herself but the princess caught a glimpse of the package and demanded to see what it was. She read the note and being the spoiled and entitled brat she was, she told the handmaiden that now this belonged to her because she was the most worthy person in the kingdom. Once she finished her statement the magic transferred suddenly. The prince was returned to his former self and the princess, well, she became an ugly beak nosed hag. The pendant had brought out her true self. The real princess that had been hidden by her outer beauty.

The prince returned home, happy he was himself again. The princess remained an old hag for the rest of her life. The universe was giving her what she deserved. The moral of this story is don’t mistreat people and act like you're better than others. You never know when one of them might have the magic to show everyone the true you.

The End

© 2025 Cookie


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