Jasmine didn't know what to do. She was pretty much tethered to her shell and banned from joining in the Sebastian hunt. She did not want to be glued to her seat for disobeying orders. She was bored with a capital B with no relief in sight. Maybe she could brush her own hair and pretend she was her own maid. That would be crazy, but no crazier than everything else going on around her.

Finding a shell to use as a pretend brush, Jasmine loosened her hair from its ponytail. Then she began talking to herself. "I've come to brush your hair your highness." "Why thank you my dear maid. I'm so glad you've come at last." As Jasmine played both roles in his crazy play, she began to move her shell comb over her hair. "Oh that feels delightful." "Yes miss, your hair is looking very lovely today." "You are such a wonderful maid. What would I do without you?" How long was Jasmine going to have to go on with his madness? Her patience was wearing very, very thin. Wasn't it about time for class to be over?