Priscilla, the Trout Princess
A Collection of Fantasies
Gerald E. Gregg
Priscilla, the Trout Princess...
A collection of 5 fantasies that illustrate
the absurdities of youth and the questioned
wisdom of maturity.
1) Why are you here?...
Once upon a time, long before anyone cares to remember, there
existed a wondrous place of neverending joy...and celebration
...and dreams...and thoughts, warm and tender. Not many from
the kingdom of greed and perversion visited this land of
unselfishness.
The royal scribe, reverently called The Purveyor of Fine
Words and Magical Phrases, ventured forth one day to discover
the magic of this wondrous place. His quest, by royal edict,
was to search for Priscilla, the princess of light and beauty
and fine thoughts.
Upon entering this place, the Purveyor of Fine Words and
Magical Phrases became confused and disoriented. The
purveyor searched every hamlet in the kingdom until,
suddenly, he discovered the elusive Priscilla.
She was there one day...a day that was lost from memory, but
still a remembered day. She was lost in the black shadow of
a fleeting fantasy. Remembered, yet unremembered...until
another more joyous day that is remembered and still fresh in
memory.
Yet another day to be remembered was discovered and is even
more fresh in memory. On that recent memorable day, she
caused a tingling...a glow...a feeling of desire. She
emerged from the fantasy shadow on yet another memorable day
and shared her enlightened thoughts with him. He was
confused...by his reaction...by her reaction.
He asked her, "Who are you?" "Why are you here?"
Priscilla answered with tenderness and a smiling voice, "I am
Priscilla...your fantasy for emotional outpourings...your
escape from the junkyard of shattered dreams."
The great mysteries surrounding the uncontrolled absurdities
of youth and the questioned wisdom of maturity were magically
brought forth into the gentle light of a shimmering rainbow.
Where is your Priscilla? Who is your Priscilla?
2) Chase the Rainbow...
Once upon a time, even before your mother was born, there
existed a barely acceptable place where birds did not sing
and flowers did not blossom in the Spring. In this kingdom
of lost souls and tattered dreams, the Purveyor of Fine Words
and Magical Phrases counted his discarded treasures with cash
register eyes. Then in a dream he dreamt that was no dream,
in a sleep he slept that was no sleep, the Purveyor of Fine
Words and Magical Phrases muttered boldly, "Come, hold hands
with me in this twilight of talk...but don't leave go of my
hand...I'm no braver than you."
He, of course, was referring to Priscilla the Trout Princess,
who was a nearly normal creature in this land of trenchcoated
degenerates. Priscilla was named the Trout Princess because
she was always chasing rainbows. Priscilla was doing well in
remedial thought and self control until she heard the
Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases mumble to himself,
"Where does the beginning end...where does the ending begin?"
The Trout Princess took exception to the utterances of the
Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases and quietly
shouted, "We will begin again the beginning that will never
end. The children of our children's children will sing the
many melodied one-song as the crimson edge of dawn creases
the eastern horizon."
Priscilla took the hand of the Purveyor of Fine Words and
Magical Phrases and led him blindly to a secret place. "Look
at the rainbow," she proclaimed, "Chase it with a closed mind
and you will find a puddle. Gaze upon it with careful
consideration and you will discover beauty." Priscilla the
Trout Princess continued, "Open your mind and let the birds
sing in your brain." Priscilla startled the Purveyor of Fine
Words and Magical Phrases when she led him to a golden field
of wild flowers and whispered softly, "If you pause long
enough, you will see and smell the flowers."
The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases was pleased.
He took the hand of Priscilla the Trout Princess, and said
sincerely, "Come, hold hands with me and lead me out of the
emptiness of my own mind."
Priscilla the Trout Princess, and the Purveyor of Fine Words
and Magical Phrases lived happily ever after chasing rainbows
and smelling wild flowers.
2) Escape?...Only for a Little While...
Once upon a time, even before your mother was born, there
existed a barely acceptable degenerate who was called the
Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases. The purveyor
toiled for many Barons, both honorable and dishonorable,
constructing magical displays of sounds, words and dazzling
images. One day the Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical
Phrases. suddenly found himself lost in the emptiness of his
own mind.
The purveyor turned to his old friend Priscilla The Trout
Princess. She was called The Trout Princess because she was
always chasing rainbows. Priscilla pampered him and scolded
him until he regained some degree of normalcy.
The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases went about his
business of creating fine words and magical images with a new
found insight of what pleased the Barons of greed and
mistrust.
To cope with the deceit, greed and selfishness of the
purveyors of mindless banter, he turned to the Scottish Mead
and the table of sumptuous repasts. The purveyor turned into
himself for protection from the evils around him. The fine
words and magical phrases still flowed, but with a touch of
the bizarre.
One day, during the loneliness of the yuletide season, the
purveyor suddenly got his wits about him and quietly shouted,
"Where does the beginning end and where does the ending
begin?" He magically discovered that now is the time to
begin again the beginning that will never end. The broken
wings of a flightless bird can be mended. He began...and is
continuing the beginning that will end when there is no
flight left.
The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases when lost in
the emptiness of his own mind, could only find a puddle at
the end of the rainbow. Now, the end of the rainbow is
filled with brilliant color and soft beauty.
3) Search for Priscilla...
Once upon a time, even before anyone can remember, there
existed a wondrous fantasy land of California girls and
middle-aged degenerates. One of these middle-aged
degenerates was called "The Purveyor of Fine Words and
Magical Phrases."
The perverted purveyor of riddles and words and amorous
thoughts pursued his questionable craft with the cunning of
cat. His successes were admired by the younger princes of
the kingdom. Joyous ocassions arose when the purveyor told
of his triumphant crusades in the land of abundant pleasures.
One brilliant day the purveyor returned from one of his many
recent crusades with a heavy heart. He gathered the young
princes of the castle around him and told his sad, but
enlightening tale.
Elizabeth, the princess of Happauge, visited the purveyor in
his castle of polished floors and hedonistic trappings. All
went well for the first two moonlit nights. The purveyor and
the princess were blissful and joyous and reveled in the love
they shared for each other. But, alas, the purveyor and the
princess discovered the magic they shared was only a fantasy
of their imagined dreams. Their pleasures were quickly
tarnished by the reality of cold morning quiet and bad
breath. The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases and
Elizabeth, the Princess of Happauge, parted, not as lovers,
but friends.
They will remain friends forever, or for at least a year, but
the purveyor now wanted to discard the fantasies and search
for Priscilla the Trout Princess. He turned to his wise
spiritual mentor, The Purveyor of Fine Thoughts and Good
Deeds, for help in the search for Priscilla the Princess of
Joy and Unselfishness.
Priscilla is there...somewhere. Have you seen Priscilla?
5) A Fable for the Season...
Once upon a time, before anyone cares to remember, there
existed a sad and lonely scribe called the Purveyor of Fine
Words and Magical Phrases. He dwelt in a land of greed and
empty promises.
The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases pondered the
meaning of the meaningless void that was the emptiness of his
own mind. Suddenly one day, without warning, the purveyor
happened upon Priscilla the princess of light and beauty.
Throughout the kingdom Priscilla was fondly called the Trout
Princess because she was always chasing rainbows.
Priscilla took pity upon the Purveyor of Fine Words and
Magical Phrases. She took his hand and led him to a secret
place of light and color and warm thoughts and said softly,
"Stare at the light and fill the emptiness of your mind with
thoughts of joy and celebration and smiles of unremembered
dreams."
The purveyor was startled by the generous offer of Priscilla
and eagerly absorbed the brilliant treasures into his once
shallow and empty mind. The Purveyor of Fine Words and
Magical Phrases was pleased and proudly proclaimed for all
the kingdom to hear, "Come, share with me this truly
magnificent place that glows with the brilliant light and
gentle colors of a watery diamond. This wondrous place of
constant surprise sparkles with the shimmering brilliance of
an echoing star."
Priscilla the Trout Princess and the Purveyor of Fine Words
and Magical Phrases looked at each other unafraid, and smiled
at each other separately, the knowing smile of enlightened
awareness.
