....Back across the estuary, pretty little Estuaryella was back at work. The dirty old man was rich, with an eye for pretty girls, and one particular pretty girl. He searched the town with gold medallion dangling and glinting in the sun.
He stood at the pontoon waving the pink flipflop in the air, declaring "Whomsoever, this tiny flipflop fits will be my 5th bride!"
The golddiggers of the town lined up to try on the flipflop.
"Not you, not you!", he declared dismissively to the ugly sisters.
Then he spied Estuaryella. "It's YOU!"
"Think again, grandad, this is no fairytale!"