I suppose I will get some rest and find a way out in the morning. . .
She, acting nice, led him into the castle, down many hallways.
I must help the prince!
The prince was led to a room, but before the prince could figure out where he was, she slammed the door upon him. Securing the door with many locks.
I can pick the lock and get inside!
The room the prince was imprisoned in was cold and damp, and all that there inside was a bench with a thin blanket on it, and a candle upon a shelf, and there was a window, but it was barred. There was not a single soul around to help him.
Thank you, thank you!
I am coming to save you!
The flea had watched the prince come up the path and soon found out that he was locked in a room. She then decided that she must help the poor prince, so she set out on a long flight to the room where the prince was and she had to keep out of sight of the evil godmother.
She then set off to get him out of the room. Since she was so small this was a simple task. All she had to do was fly in through the lock and pick it open.
After she had picked up the lock, the prince was set free! Now they had to escape the castle.