Chapter+3

=III. SHE CAN'T BE OURS= Her atrocious aunt had deprived the child of all her gravity. If you ask me how this was effected, I answer, "In the easiest way in the world. She had only to destroy gravitation." For the princess was a philosopher, and knew all the //ins// and //outs// of the laws of gravitation as well as the //ins// and //outs// of her boot-lace. And being a witch as well, she could abrogate those laws in a moment; or at least so clog their wheels and rust their bearings, that they would not work at all. But we have more to do with what followed than with how it was done. The first awkwardness that resulted from this unhappy privation was, that the moment the nurse began to float the baby up and down, she flew from her arms towards the ceiling. Happily, the resistance of the air brought her ascending career to a close within a foot of it. There she remained, horizontal as when she left her nurse's arms, kicking and laughing amazingly. The nurse in terror flew to the bell, and begged the footman, who answered it, to bring up the house-steps directly. Trembling in every limb, she climbed upon the steps, and had to stand upon the very top, and reach up, before she could catch the floating tail of the baby's long clothes. When the strange fact came to be known, there was a terrible commotion in the palace. The occasion of its discovery by the king was naturally a repetition of the nurse's experience. Astonished that he felt no weight when the child was laid in his arms, he began to wave her up and—not down, for she slowly ascended to the ceiling as before, and there remained floating in perfect comfort and satisfaction, as was testified by her peals of tiny laughter. The king stood staring up in speechless amazement, and trembled so that his beard shook like grass in the wind. At last, turning to the queen, who was just as horror-struck as himself, he said, gasping, staring, and stammering,— "She //can't// be ours, queen!" Now the queen was much cleverer than the king, and had begun already to suspect that "this effect defective came by cause." "I am sure she is ours," answered she. "But we ought to have taken better care of her at the christening. People who were never invited ought not to have been present." "Oh, ho!" said the king, tapping his forehead with his forefinger, "I have it all. I've found her out. Don't you see it, queen? Princess Makemnoit has bewitched her." "That's just what I say," answered the queen. "I beg your pardon, my love; I did not hear you.—John! bring the stepsI get on my throne with." For he was a little king with a great throne, like many other kings. The throne-steps were brought, and set upon the dining-table, and John got upon the top of them. But he could not reach the little princess, who lay like a baby-laughter-cloud in the air, exploding continuously. "Take the tongs, John," said his Majesty; and getting up on the table, he handed them to him. John could reach the baby now, and the little princess was handed down by the tongs.

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Everyone knew that Aunt * loved Physics. She had spent her life studying and teaching others about what she had discovered in her research. She knew all the ins and outs about Gravity. What no-one knew was that she had discovered how to take away someone's gravity. They didn't know this, yet anyway.

The first frustration with Princess's lack of gravity happened when Princess's nanny tried to bounce Princess. She didn't have a good grip on the baby and Princess went flying through the air. Princess was floating in the air giggling like babies like to do. Nanny was worried she would never get her down. She jumped on a chair, but it wasn't high enough. She climbed the step-ladder used for getting things off the top shelf in the pantry, but it wasn't high enough. Eventually Nanny called the handy-man who brought in a ladder and pulled the child down from the celing.

This didn't phase Princess, she giggled the whole time. The nanny made sure that every time after this, she had a good grip on Princess.

This didn't happen only to the nanny, when Mr* held his baby girl he forgot that she had no weight, he would forget to keep a nice tight grip on her. Then Princess would float to the celing and they would have to call the handy-man to bring her down once again.

After this happened a few times to Mr. *. He started to believe that this was not his child. A child without gravity, they do not exist. He believed that his child had been replaced by an alien or something else that was not human.

Mrs. * was a smart person and since she had carried Princess for nine whole months, she felt like she knew her child and this child without gravity was definently hers. She believed that something had happened to her daughter, this had happened during Princess's life. Someone had done something to her perfect child.

Mrs. * fought with her husband, he brought in alien hunters that did tests on Princess, he brought in ghost hunters, and he brought in many doctors that poked and prodded at the child. There were no answers, except for Princess was human and she was most definetly Mr. and Mrs *'s child.

Finally one night, the lightbulb went off in Mrs. *'s brain. She was lying in bed thinking of Princess and what had happened to her. She started to think of when this had all started, it started slowly, but she realized that Princess had started losing her gravity after the morning of the Christening. When Mrs. * woke up her husband to tell him what she had realized, he was slow to understand. It was three in the morning, so she repeated the information twice and very slowly. She finally just blurted out that it was his sisters fault, Ms. **. This is when his eyeballs finally popped awake.

Mr. * ran to get the child, like he could fix the problem at three in the morning. Princess was floating above the perfect crib they had bought for her to sleep in. So he grabbed the salad tongs that were kept next her bed and snapped them around the long shirt tail that they decided that she would wear, and pulled her back to earth.