Children's Theatre of Little Horrors

Rosapryri: A Rapunzel retelling.

In a land far from here in a time far from now there was once a couple who were expecting a child. The wife, as many women do during pregnancy, had intense cravings. She craved for pears . Her husband had to satisfy these cravings, as folklore had it, denying a pregnant woman's cravings brings about misfortune. So when she announced this yearning he did not take long to decide what measures to take.

He set out on a journey at once. He walked for twenty days and twenty nights and finally came upon a beautiful orchard with many pear trees bearing delectable-looking pears.

He jumped the low fence and picked several fruits.

But the sorceress Pashia had been watching, and sent her dutiful imp to trail the man and find out where he resided and the circumstances that had brought him to the position where he would steal from another's labors.

And so the man returned home from his journey and the pears had remained fresh and juicy. His wife was without a doubt delighted at his accomplishments, and craved them all the more after they had been consumed.

She sent him away once more, and this time the sorceress Pashia stopped him in the midst of his crime. He agreed to invite her over his domain in exchange for the fruits.

At their arrival the woman immediately took the fruit and began eating, devouring each and every one to their very core.

Pashia suggested that a deal be struck between them. She would provide the fruits as long as the woman's pregnancy lasted. As many as she wanted, in exchange for the child she bore.

The woman reluctantly agreed.

The husband did not say a word, but he strongly believed in the tales of old, so he merely watched, shaking his head.

Time passed and the woman, it seemed, could not tame her insatiable addiction to the fruit. The time came when the child was born, it was a beautiful girl-child with eyes as green and vivid as the pears her mother had exchanged her for.

Half a year had passed since the child's birth, and Pashia had not arrived, but rather had kept sending pears, for which the woman still craved.

Then she came one evening, and the child was gone.

Seasons came and went, many moon cycles, many years.

Pashia had named the girl-child Rosapyri, and Rosapyri had grown in a tower, solitary and cut off from the world. Her hair had grown astoundingly long, also, and had become the only means of communication.

She had met a boy who had lost himself in the forest.

Pashia was unaware of this and Rosapyri knew that if she did there would be hell to pay.

But Rosapyri's passion could not be contained, and when it became apparent that she was bearing a child, the witch cut off her hair and cast her out into the forest that surrounded the tower.

Her lover found his way to the tower and Pashia tricked him in. When he saw her he was so shocked that he lost his footing and tumbled down some thirty feet and his eyes took a thorn nap.

As he lay there Pashia passed by, her cackles echoing through the haunted woods, "That should teach your fornicating ass" she said, assuming he was dead.

As night fell, he could tell from the cold that had begun creeping into his bones he rose from the ground and began to wander the forest aimlessly. He wandered for twenty days and twenty nights.

One such wandering night he passed by a candy house, not taking notice of the events taking place within.

Finally after many seasons, love brought them together once more.

Rosapyri was reunited with her love and he met their child and they lived ordinary lives until they died.