Princess Zulimar’s father issued the challenge. To marry Zulimar, suitors must pirouette across the sea to his island palace.
Prince Perfect practiced the dizzying dance to exhaustion.
One day, kind Lady Dungeness intruded upon Perfect, sleeping on the beach. “Prince Suitable is pirouetting to the palace today,” she warned.
“Impossible! He just began practicing,” Perfect said.
“You’re ready! Go now!” Lady Dungeness encouraged.
“Not yet.” He believed his pirouettes still imperfect.
Months later, Perfect whirled to the palace.
A man greeted him, “You’re too late.”
It was King Suitable.
Perfect became light-headed. “But, I’m Perfect.”
“Indeed, you are. But Suitable succeeded.”