Fairy Tales Debunked

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" the voice bellowed.

I slammed my magazine down. Great. Another one?

Ever since the rumors were printed in that Princesses Daily rag, along with the hint that I'd marry whoever "rescued" me, it'd been a nonstop parade of under my window.

"Go away," I yelled. "I don't need rescuing."

"Happy to help, my lady."

"No, I mean I really don't. Look." I pick up the ladder I brought with me. "I'm not trapped."

The suitor turns around and stalks away.

I should start my own magazine. Fairy Tales Debunked. That's what I'll call it.