The baby didn’t resemble the beauty, and so she named it Ugly.
She kept Ugly locked away. “For her protection.”
But Ugly wondered if maybe she was pretty… but in a different way.
One night, Ugly escaped. “You’ll see,” her mother shouted after her.
Ugly danced with the kindest man. When she leaned in for a kiss, he backed away. Before he could explain he’d eaten garlic, Ugly ran.
“What a pretty girl,” thought the people she ran by.
“You’re right,” said Ugly as she entered her mother’s home. Ugly locked herself away, her beauty never seen again.
