Some Women and Their Cooking
By Alyssa Banker
Before I begin my story, let me say that some women cannot cook to save their lives. Now with that said, let my story begin.
The bread we stole was amazing, just out of the oven, still warm, with that smell of home that Aladdin and I had never really experienced was now vaguely in the palms of our hands. We were street rats; the lowest of the caste in India and we were orphans for practically our whole lives, there is not a time I can remember where we were not. You see, we had to steal the bread, we were yet in the stage of growing and we hadn’t eaten for days and days on end, you got to eat to live and you got to live to eat, the next thing we had to do was RUN! RUN FROM THE POPO! We escaped them, but Aladdin, being that guy, decided to be that guy again and gave our beauteous loaves of bread to some other orphan children after all of our hard work!
The next day when we were in the market, Aladdin started acting weird, as if he wanted to catch the eye of a lovely lady or something. Then… I saw her. I saw why Aladdin was acting so strangely. She was beautiful. Opposite to him, I knew why she was so heavenly looking, she was the sultan’s daughter, the princess. I did not tell him however; I was getting back at him for giving those unsanitary, obnoxious children our perfectly good, victoriously won bread. The Amiable Girl stole an apple, I mean I would expect something to that extent coming from her, always getting what she wants, when she wants. I just sat and giggled as I watched as the police threatened to cut off her hand because of her crime. Nevertheless, Mr. “I need to save the love of my life” could bear this sight no longer. He said he had been looking everywhere for her and she was very ill or something along those lines to the police. We repeated what we had done yesterday, run from the police, then into of all places Aladdin could have thought of, the abandoned building we called, “home” was the place to go.
The police captured Aladdin, and the Amiable Girl revealed who she was, Princess Jasmine. All except I was astonished to hear this. Of course, the police allowed the Amiable Girl to leave the scene back to the palace. Meanwhile, Aladdin was off to prison, where I; the miraculously loyal monkey I am, emancipated Aladdin, or in simpler words, unlocked his hands from the cuffs on the wall. Aladdin rubbed his wrists from the pain then we heard this piercing, high-pitched voice in a dark corner. It was some creepy old dude saying, ”Bwahahaha! LAMPS! Soon… MINE! BWEHE!” it took about twenty minutes until we could translate what was coming out of his elderly yapper. He was muttering words telling us about a sacred cave that had one lamp containing a genie that would grant three worldly desires.
Aladdin and I actually agreed to go with him. Inside the cave, there was gold, gems, and other rare earthy stones everywhere. When we were walking inside the cave, I had this paranoid feeling something was following us. I would take three paces then turn around…nothing, and so it repeated. We were nearly in this chamber-like section when I found what was behind us. I was right. It was a flying carpet! Aladdin did not seem to have that big of a deal with the carpet, Carpet, stalking behind us. My paranoia wore off, but Carpet still annoyed me.
Aladdin went to get that stupid lamp while I was cooped-up with trying to cuddle with a red ruby. I was unsuccessful with this since Carpet continuously tugged at my tail to not allow me, but since I hated Carpet, so much I desired to cuddle with the ruby even more. Carpet’s actions were correct, but not strong enough. I fought for freedom, I got the ruby, but then it melted. This happened because of what I did. I did not quite understand that we were not allowed to touch anything but the lamp. Then guess what happened? You will laugh at this, the cave began to collapse on Carpet, Aladdin, and I!
