“I feel so lucky to know you,” he said. “You’re the thing that makes me happy to be alive.”
Chicken Little feared the sky was falling.
The Ugly Duckling was at the bar, reading at a table in the corner. She didn’t come to bars to meet men, she didn’t concern herself with her love life. She was interested in more important things: Art, the human condition, the fight to end poverty.
Rapunzel was walking through the park one afternoon, feeling like a new woman with her hair cut short. The past is only as meaningful as you decide it is, she thought. We can become someone new, let ourselves be whoever we dream, and no one can tie us to who we used to be.
Peter Pan was determined to grow up and become a man.
Arthur was hanging out with the guys who would later become the Knights Of The Round Table, talking about some people they used to know who were famous now.
Pinocchio emailed his professor and said, “I’ve had a family emergency and need one more day to work on my final paper.”
Sleeping Beauty was lying in bed checking Facebook from her phone, just feeling so completely alone in her depression.
All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call Rudolph names, and the scars from the bullying stuck with him.
Peter Pan was feeling like his constant connection to the Internet and social networking sites was having a bad effect on his psyche, so he decided to disconnect and get back to the things he did pre-Internet, really live his life again.