human
This being taken captive and carried off to a romantic dungeon by a lot of bearded outlaws is not what it's cracked up to be, after all, said Pet, gaping fit to strain her jaws.
gpt
It's all very nice to read about in story books, and see at the theater; but in real life, come to look at it, it's the most horridly-slow affair ever was. Now, when I used to read about the lovely princess being carried off by the fiery dragon (by the way, I'd like to see a fiery dragon--I never _did_ see one yet), I used to wish I had been in her place; but I know better now. She must have had a horrid stupid time of it in that enchanted castle, until that nice young man, the prince, came, and carried her off. Heigho! What a pity I have no prince to come for _me_! Wonder if Ray Germaine's gone yet--but, there! I don't care whether he is or not. He does not care two pins whether he ever sees me again or not. Nobody cares about me, and I'm nothing but a poor, abused, diabolical little wretch. Oh, yaw-w-w! Lor'! how sleepy I am! I do wish somebody would come and talk to me, even Rozzel Garnet, or that man with all the black whiskers, who was impolite enough to call me names, or that wild, odd-looking outlaw queen--anybody would be better than none. I'll blue-mould--I'll run to seed--I'll turn to dust and ashes, if I'm kept here much longer; I know I will!