one day… my prince will come…
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.
Once upon a time, there was an ugly girl. She was short and dumpy, had one leg a bit
shorter than the other, and her eyebrows met in the middle. The ugly girl gutted fish for a
living, so her hands smelt funny and her dress was covered in scales. She had nomother or
brother, no father, sister, or any friends. She lived in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of
the village, and she never complained. One by one, the village girls married the local lads,
and up the path to the church they'd prance, smiling all the way. At the weddings, the ugly
girl always stood at the back of the church, smelling slightly of brine. The village women
gossiped about the ugly girl. They wondered what she did with the money she earnt. The
ugly girl never bought a new frock, never made repairs to the house, and never drank in the
village tavern. Now, it so happened that outside the village, in a great damp swamp, lived an
old basket-maker who was famed for the quality of his work. One day the old basket-maker
heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, the ugly girl stood there. In her hand, she
held six gold coins. 'I want you to make me a husband,' she said. 'Come back in a month,' he
replied. Well, the old basket-maker was greatly moved that the ugly girl had entrusted him
with such an important task. He resolved to make her the best husband he could. He made
the wicker husband broad of shoulder and long of leg, and all the other things women like.
He made him strong of arm andelegant of neck, and his brows were wide and well-spaced.
His hair was a fine dark brown, his eyes a greenish hazel. When the day came, the ugly girl
knocked on the basket-maker's door. 'He says today is too soon. He will be in the church
tomorrow, at ten,' said the basket-maker. The ugly girl went away, and spent the day
scraping scales from her dress.