Sophie and the wolf wandered about the palace, hoping to catch a glimpse of the prince. The palace was filled with musicians playing in every corner.
Sophie could hear giggling coming from dark corners and secluded hallways. Sophie guessed what had been happening, as she passed blushing and flushed young men and women, wigs and clothes rumpled and powder smeared.
“So this is how the rulers live,” said the wolf, watching a dishevelled young couple disappear out the French doors into the garden.
“There seem to be lots of wolves in this palace,” said Sophie, catching sight of big furry ears, poking out from under wigs. “Do you think the women know they are being seduced by wolves?”
“No, I told you my brothers aren’t as honest about what they are as I am,” said the wolf, snatching another glass of champagne from a tray. “Have you found the prince yet?”
“No, perhaps he will be in this ballroom,” said Sophie, entering yet another bright and noisy room.
In the centre of the room, the prince danced with a lovely looking girl in a white silk gown, while her feet were enclosed in sparkling hard looking slippers.
“There he is, dancing with that woman,” said Sophie, pointing the prince out to the wolf.
“He has ears hiding under his crown,” said the wolf. “Shall we dance?”
Sophie took the wolf’s arm as he led her to the dance floor and they joined the other dancers. The wolf and Sophie danced happily for some time, enjoying being in the palace and dancing at the prince’s ball. However, soon Sophie attracted the attention of one of the young men standing about the room.
“May I have this dance?” asked a handsome young lord, cutting in between Sophie and the wolf. The wolf, ever courteous, stepped aside and allowed the young lord to dance with Sophie, noticing darkly the tip of a tail, slipping
out from beneath his frock coat.
“I have never met a woman quite as lovely as you,” said the young lord as he danced with Sophie. “I would love to be able to take you away to my home and have you as my wife.”
“You must be mistaken, I am no lady with a fortune,” said Sophie, blushing.
“A woman of your beauty doesn’t need a fortune. Will you be my wife? Yes or no?” asked the young lord, kneeling down before Sophie.
Sophie looked at the lord, and then at the wolf wondering who to choose.
Sophie could hear giggling coming from dark corners and secluded hallways. Sophie guessed what had been happening, as she passed blushing and flushed young men and women, wigs and clothes rumpled and powder smeared.
“So this is how the rulers live,” said the wolf, watching a dishevelled young couple disappear out the French doors into the garden.
“There seem to be lots of wolves in this palace,” said Sophie, catching sight of big furry ears, poking out from under wigs. “Do you think the women know they are being seduced by wolves?”
“No, I told you my brothers aren’t as honest about what they are as I am,” said the wolf, snatching another glass of champagne from a tray. “Have you found the prince yet?”
“No, perhaps he will be in this ballroom,” said Sophie, entering yet another bright and noisy room.
In the centre of the room, the prince danced with a lovely looking girl in a white silk gown, while her feet were enclosed in sparkling hard looking slippers.
“There he is, dancing with that woman,” said Sophie, pointing the prince out to the wolf.
“He has ears hiding under his crown,” said the wolf. “Shall we dance?”
Sophie took the wolf’s arm as he led her to the dance floor and they joined the other dancers. The wolf and Sophie danced happily for some time, enjoying being in the palace and dancing at the prince’s ball. However, soon Sophie attracted the attention of one of the young men standing about the room.
“May I have this dance?” asked a handsome young lord, cutting in between Sophie and the wolf. The wolf, ever courteous, stepped aside and allowed the young lord to dance with Sophie, noticing darkly the tip of a tail, slipping
out from beneath his frock coat.
“I have never met a woman quite as lovely as you,” said the young lord as he danced with Sophie. “I would love to be able to take you away to my home and have you as my wife.”
“You must be mistaken, I am no lady with a fortune,” said Sophie, blushing.
“A woman of your beauty doesn’t need a fortune. Will you be my wife? Yes or no?” asked the young lord, kneeling down before Sophie.
Sophie looked at the lord, and then at the wolf wondering who to choose.