Last week we left Kelley having a evening fantasy about becoming the dark ages version of JLo or Kim Kardashian (aka: Her Royal Highness of the Perfume Bottle). Visions of perfume dominance filled her head and she slipped into a slumber fill with grandeur and well, maybe a bit of mental instability. I am not one to try to change history, but I’m thinking that a wave of wand is in order here – Kelley has been confined to the cellar for FAR too long.
Thankfully for Kelley, Bronson was well aware of her gradual slide into utter chaos and madness and it was at this time that he chose to do something about it.
Kelley awoke with a start, her perfume daydream bursting like a spent soap bubble (like I how worked soap and bubbles into that? Yeah, I’m good like that.). She stood up and without thinking, walked over to the cellar steps and before she had full grasp of her senses, she had opened the door and walked outside.
OUTSIDE people! Kelley was free! It took a moment for her to realize what had happened but once this sunk in, she jumped up and down and danced with joy. She was FREEEEEEEEEEE!!
Unfortunately for her, though she was silent, her victory dance did not go unheeded. The nosy old neighbor woman had just been ready to leave after sharing a few chugs of her own dandelion wine with her dear friend Grismelda and Kelley’s dancing was the first thing she saw as she started off for home. And doubly unfortunately for Kelley, this hag, if it was at all possible, was much *worse* than Grismelda. She stared at the sight of Kelley dancing in the moonlight and an evil, evil plan entered her devious and cunning mind…
Poor Kelley. Will she EVER catch a break? Next week find out what new terror lies in wait for our Princess Becoming.