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with a door right at the end, which sits three-feet shorter than the rest of the doors in the hallway. Actually, perhaps the door is of a normal size, but because it is so far away, it appears to be smaller? Just like when you hold your fingers up to a person in the distance and pinch them between your fingers, because it’s wonderfully easy to squash someone when they’re only two centimeters tall. I have fluctuated away from the point; Beauty progresses down a corridor that clasps her by the shoulders, and with a little effort she maneuvers herself onto her knees when the ceiling begins to disrupt the buoyancy of her hairstyle. It is lucky that she is a rather archetypal, skinny heroine, because if I were to break tradition and give her some baby-weight, she would never have been able to fit down the hallway that leads to the door, which I have just remembered was not a door, but rather a dog-flap. Beauty pushes the dog-flap ajar with one beautifully preened hand to find a mutt sat squarely in front of her, gnawing tenderly at some brownish-red substance on its forepaw; presumably some exotic type of dog food. Who knows what these privileged people put into their pet’s food? As Beauty gazes into the eyes of the dog, she is filled with motherly tenderness, because she is generally very lovely. However, the dog stares back at her with a ‘Don’t-fuck-with-me’ sort of expression. Oh, excuse my vulgarity; stories like this aren’t supposed to have bad words in them, are they? I’m very sorry. As Beauty’s eyes widen like those of a squirrel caught in the path of a predator, the dog’s lips twitch. Beauty, who opens her front door every morning to find floods of cats and birds singing together in harmony, begging for milk and freshly baked cookies, knows that all this dog wants is to be cuddled and fussed, so she coos to it and smiles with a set of teeth so beautifully white that she can provide three hundred homes with year-round lighting. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s energy efficient. However, her expression drops and nerves wrench at her stomach as the dog raises its upper lip into a trembling snarl, exposing its yellowing teeth. As the dog’s grumbling begins to ripple out into its cheeks and lips, Beauty moves with haste back towards the door, and it is not until she is squashed into an awkward stance between two pressing walls that she recalls the narrowness of the hallway that holds her like a leash. It is at this point that the dog takes motion, bounding forward with, we wrongly assume, the purpose of protecting its home, and as it lunges for her, she has no means for escape. 55
Before Beauty can free herself from the dog’s path, the mutt sinks its teeth into her fleshy waist and tastes the impurity of her blood. With each drop of beautiful blood that touches the dog’s tongue, it transforms; its claws retract back into its hairless hands, and its nose shrinks to a quarter of its original size. Its tail wags once, twice, and snakes back into its tailbone as it sheds, littering the carpet with a hundred deadly strands of fur. With every tug of Beauty’s flesh, the dog becomes a handsome prince. As the prince only needs the blood of the beautiful in order to briefly lift his canine curse, he does not need to entirely consume Beauty, yet he does it anyway, either because he has a nasty culinary taste, or because of some sense of nutritional value; perhaps both. I apologise that this story ends in a rather grim manner, but I suppose Beauty was a bit of a pain in the arse anyway, don’t you think? 56
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