The Not So LittleâŠLittle Mermaid
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Hello, everyone, my name is Alex. Today Iâm going to tell you a very unusual story about a little mermaidâŠwho is not so little after all.
đ§ The Not So LittleâŠLittle Mermaid
Once upon a time, under the deepest, bluest part of the ocean, lived a mermaid. Everyone called her the Little Mermaid, but in truth, she was very strongâlike âcarry-three-whales-at-onceâ strong. Muscles in all the right places, arms that could lift a sea chest, and a tail that could swish like a tidal wave.
She gazed up at the human world with curiosity. âI wonder what humans are like⊠fragile, delicate⊠probably easy to rescue,â she thought with a grin.
Meanwhile, on a tiny sailboat, a prince was floating. He fancied himself a strong and heroic type, but in reality⊠he was a bit dainty. âI must look imposing,â he muttered, puffing up his chest, âso that everyone knows I am a hero of the seas!â
The mermaid spotted him. âAh,â she thought, âthis one will be fun. So⊠delicate. Easy to sweep up in one arm.â
Suddenly, a storm tossed the boat. The prince flailed, splashing everywhere. âHelp! Somebody! Anybody!â he cried.
The mermaid dived, scooped him up in one strong arm, and carried him safely to the shore.
When the prince opened his eyes, he didnât faint. Instead, he gasped, staring at her.
âBy the sea and all its seagulls⊠sheâs magnificent,â he whispered.
From the shore, the little mermaid smiled shylyâwell, as shy as a strong mermaid could. Her smile made the waves retreat a little in respect.
The prince stood, heart pounding. âLook at those arms! She could lift a ship! Oh, the grace! The power!â
His butler coughed. âYour Majesty, thatâs⊠not the usual type of princess.â
âNonsense!â said the prince, eyes sparkling. âBeauty comes in many formsâand hers could probably throw mine across the castle.â
From that day on, the prince could not stop talking about her.
âShe rescued me with one hand!â he told his knights.
âShe shimmered under the sun like a heroic dolphin!â he told the royal cook.
âShe might have accidentally cracked a seashell with her smile,â he added dreamily, âbut I found it⊠enchanting.â
Meanwhile, the mermaid often looked at herself in the tide pool. Sometimes she saw a delicate, dainty princess, with hair flowing and eyes sparkling. Other times, she saw⊠herself: strong, muscular, capable of wrestling a sea lion if she felt like it.
And when she looked at the prince, she noticed how he puffed up his chest and tried to look heroic. In her eyes, he was⊠tiny, fragile, yet somehow charming in his earnestness.
They spent the summer by the shore. She taught him to swim, he showed her how to balance on the sand without flopping over. They laughed every day. He adored her strength. She adored his attempts at courage.
Eventually, the prince said, âI know I am not a mighty warrior, but I⊠I really, really like you. Strong, fearless, perfect you.â
The little mermaid tilted her head. âAnd I like you too, tiny but determined prince. You make me laugh.â
So the two of themâone strong, one earnestâfell in love, and the kingdom whispered tales of a mermaid who could bench-press a boat and a prince who admired every muscle.
And from that day, whenever a storm came, or a boat tipped over, the prince never worried. He knew the strong little mermaid had everything under control.
Moral of the story?
True love doesnât care about size or strength.
Sometimes, itâs about laughing together and appreciating each otherâs⊠very different powers.