The city I think,” said the wolf. “I have never seen the city and would love to see it.”
“Alright, the city it is,” said Sophie, taking the wolf’s arm and set off down the road to the city.
Arriving in the city, they found everyone in a state of excitement. Women were rushing to and from all the dressmakers, hairdressers and cobblers. All because the Prince was holding a ball for every woman in the city, in order to choose a wife.
“My brother is a tailor in this city, how do you fancy going to the ball?” asked Sophie.
The wolf, being a very fashionably minded animal, as well as a bit of a snob, could not resist the thought of spending an evening with the aristocracy and so readily agreed. So they set off to find Sophie’s, brother’s shop.
Sophie’s brother was very pleased to see her and leant both Sophie and the wolf fine court clothes to wear for the evening. Sophie and the wolf then spent the afternoon in the hairdressers, where they were teased and powdered to within an inch of their lives, ready for the ball.
That evening Sophie and the wolf arrived at the ball, where more than reputations would be lost before dawn,
along with hundreds of other women, all vying for a chance to meet and perhaps even marry the prince. Sophie had never seen so many beautiful women and men in one place before. She clung tightly to the wolf’s arm so as not to lose him in the crowd.
Because of the number of people invited to the ball, it spilled out of the palace ball rooms and into the garden.
“Alright, the city it is,” said Sophie, taking the wolf’s arm and set off down the road to the city.
Arriving in the city, they found everyone in a state of excitement. Women were rushing to and from all the dressmakers, hairdressers and cobblers. All because the Prince was holding a ball for every woman in the city, in order to choose a wife.
“My brother is a tailor in this city, how do you fancy going to the ball?” asked Sophie.
The wolf, being a very fashionably minded animal, as well as a bit of a snob, could not resist the thought of spending an evening with the aristocracy and so readily agreed. So they set off to find Sophie’s, brother’s shop.
Sophie’s brother was very pleased to see her and leant both Sophie and the wolf fine court clothes to wear for the evening. Sophie and the wolf then spent the afternoon in the hairdressers, where they were teased and powdered to within an inch of their lives, ready for the ball.
That evening Sophie and the wolf arrived at the ball, where more than reputations would be lost before dawn,
along with hundreds of other women, all vying for a chance to meet and perhaps even marry the prince. Sophie had never seen so many beautiful women and men in one place before. She clung tightly to the wolf’s arm so as not to lose him in the crowd.
Because of the number of people invited to the ball, it spilled out of the palace ball rooms and into the garden.