“Why didn’t she let herself out of the tower? I imagine that when she pulled the prince up, she must have had to wrap her braid around the bedpost two or three times, so she didn’t get yanked right out the window. She could have just flung it around the bedpost and pulleyed herself down. I guess she didn’t think outside the box.” Tobin
“She didn’t think outside the tower.” Jennifer
“Probably she could have gotten out of the tower, but she couldn’t get away with all that hair. She’d have gotten stuck in the brambles and it would have taken forever to comb out.” Tobin
“That’s why she needed the prince with the horse. The prince saved her from her hair by means of her own hair.” Jennifer
“How long do you suppose her hair was?” Tobin
“I’m thinking at least twenty feet.” Carolyn
“Me too.” Jennifer
“That means it’d go around her head, like, seven times.” Carolyn
“Seven?” Tobin
“If you divide it by pi!” Carolyn
“Are you sure that’s the right application of pi?” Tobin
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