The Prince Who Stole Music

The barn door was painted pink; he had never seen anything like it, not even in the castle. Prince rode up to the door and got off his bike. He tried to push the door open, but it would not budge, not even one bit. Squinting against the bright sun rays, Prince looked up and noticed that words were engraved on the door. A riddle. “Figure out the word to enter:

Beware where you seek Until the key’s found Beholds faith and pride,

Because you’re hungry for success Line and live for the right word Your fate could make or break”

“My goodness. I have to figure out this word to get through?” Prince scowled at the stubborn door. “I hate working for myself.” He grumbled and complained, but he needed to solve it anyway. It didn’t rhyme, there was no rhythm, so what was it? The Prince repeated it over and over again, “Beware, Until, Beholds, Because, Line, Your” The Prince stared at the first letter of each word. B-U-B-B-L-Y. That was the word. He yelled it out for the whole kingdom to hear, and slowly, the doors started opening. There was a shadow with a pink streak standing in front of him.