The Adventures of the Pointe Shoe
Once upon a time, there were a bunch of satin, cardboard, newspaper, cotton thread, glue and a lot of other stuff lying around in a workshop. And they were bored. They badly needed a holiday from this dreary workshop they called “home”. Therefore, they made a proposition to the owner of the workshop: the proposition that would doom ballerinas forever.
“Make us into pointe shoes.”
The workshop owner, by some evil miracle, agreed to the proposition, thus pretty much sealing the fate of the damned ballerinas. Soon, that bunch of satin, cardboard, newspaper, cotton thread, glue and a lot of other stuff were stuck and sewed together to become the two words all beginner ballerinas fear: Pointe Shoes. This soon became a trend, one that would not pass all too easily. The chauvinistic male danseurs saw this and began to plot something evil in their puny heads.
“Why not make those bunheads DANCE in those wretched things?”
“Yes, that would do wonders for us. Every time they performed, they’d be wincing in pain, as we smile brightly at the audience and get all the applause, admiration and encores!”
Those evil pigs! Yes, anyway, back to the story. So the used-to-be-lovely ballerinas now began to have wobbly adages, funny pirouettes and the like. The male danseurs all cheered secretly behind the ballerinas’ backs. They were, at last, having all the attention and fame! However, the female race is one which will not give up so easily. The ballerinas were determined to outdo the danseurs. They would conquer those wretched pointe shoes! They would spin perfect fouette turns, balance en pointes forever and they would NOT wobble! EVER!
As soon as the audience saw these amazing feats, they wanted more. They were stunned by the stunning pirouettes. They were amazed at the amazing, non-wobbly balances. They were shocked by the shocking perfection of the ballerinas’ work. They craved for more items on these miraculous shoes. So the ballerinas pleased the crowds, therefore shoving the danseurs into the backline once more.
However, all is not as it seems.
The future generations of ballerinas began to resent this. They didn’t care. They’d go off pointe! They didn’t care about fame or limelight! They definitely would NOT suffer in silence. They would not succumb to this awful fate!
You know something? Their willpower was not that strong. They, in the end, indeed did succumb to their doomed fate en pointes forever.
And so the pointe shoes went clonking for all eternity.
The End.
Taking care of her battered toes,
~*StEpH*~