Whettledom THE STRINGED PRINCESS                                    Return                                                        

Written  and Illustrated by:

Ginger Triplett



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  56 PAGES of Captivating Story and

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    Come immerse yourself in this engaging fairytale about a childless royal couple, whose lives were changed when the queen purchased a marionette.

    Peer into the eyes of a stringed doll that cannot love or speak, and yet is cherished as if it were a real child.

    Be captivated by the adventures of a slave girl who became a queen, and an orphaned child who became a princess, and how thieves disturbed the peaceable kingdom of Whettledom.







          The puppet maker watched as the Queen peered into the doll’s sparkling eyes and gently pressed her finger against the rosebud lips that displayed a row of small pearly teeth.

      “She’s amazingly beautiful in every aspect. Thank you!” The Queen exclaimed.

     The puppet maker loudly sighed with relief, “I am delighted, Your Majesty, that you are pleased.”

     Turning her gaze toward the doorway, the Queen broadly grinned at her husband who had come to see what all of the commotion was about.

     He too marveled at the flawless craftsmanship and enthusiastically instructed, “Let me see it walk!”

     The puppet maker attached a set of controllers to the doll’s stings and raised it to its feet. Then with the bend of his wrists, the puppet curtsied and walked forward.

    When they neared the royal couple’s feet, the puppet master pulled up on the controls to raise its slender arms toward the Queen.

    The movement was so smooth that the Queen for a fleeting moment imagined the doll to be real. “My Merry Annette.” Inwardly, she joyfully cried and tenderly hugged her. After a moment, she seated the doll onto a pink pillow, and the puppet maker placed a stand behind the stringed puppet to keep it upright and the strings untangled.

    The Queen stood back and nodded with a wide grin to the puppet maker and said, “Do come back tomorrow to make her walk again and help me dress her in a new gown.”


(The above excerpts can be found on pages 12 and 13)


    She looked at the apprentice with surprise; he nodded in agreement for her to choose.

    After another long minute, Fraydeleena began to sing an old ballad, one of a boy who wished to be a falcon. She sang as if it were she who yearned to soar above the yellow grass plain. She sang sorrowfully at the loss of her feathers, and at the foot of a jagged cliff, where she nearly died, her throat quivered with tears.

    With flawlessly smooth and fluid movements, the apprentice maneuvered the wooden doll to the extent that the Queen no longer fancifully imagined that her Merry Annette was not truly alive.

     She fell from the chair to her knees in front of the sightless doll and mentally looked beyond what was actually there. She then took hold of its tiny hands. “That was beautiful.” She said in a hushed voice and pressed her lips against the porcelain cheek.

   The apprentice moved the doll’s face forward in an attempt to return the kiss, and from behind the folded screen came a small and understanding voice,” Thank you, I will sing for you every day.”

    The Queen did not turn her head in the direction of the voice, but focused on her puppet-child and blissfully believed the words came from her expressionless lips.

    As the months passed, the room began to change. The folding screen was removed, and a part of the room was draped off to conceal a child’s bed, playthings, and a closet filled with clothes and other little girl things.

    During the day when the Queen was resting or out of the castle on one of her trips to the market, the room was often filled with the maid’s and the merchant’s children. Then arrived a nanny, a teacher, a puppy, and the nightly tuck-into-bedtime-story by the King.       

    But all of this was completely invisible to the Queen who could only see her make-believe child, Merry Annette.


(The excerpts can be found on pages 38 and 39)


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