toi voted and toi got it! Here's my take on what the films would be like if jasmin and Pocahontas switched places. I'm not sure if I'll continue, so commentaire on what toi like ou don't like.


Switch #1: Pocahontas and Jasmine

Let us immerse ourselves in a world where trees can talk, carpets can fly, and genies dance and sing. It is in this world that we find two princesses very different from each other, separated par time and distance. This world is about to face a drastic change, although nobody knows it. Because those two princesses are about to switch lives, switch stories, and they won’t even know it.


JASMINE
Virginia, the New World

"Steady as the beating drum
chant to the cedar flute
Seasons go and seasons come
Bring the blé, maïs and ours the fruit . . ."

It was a bright and clear jour in a peaceful village of native American. They’re warriors had returned, and all was well. But for the chief, Powhatan, something was missing- where was his precious daughter, Jasmine?

    Princess jasmin sat atop a cliff not far from the village, pondering her fate. She knew her father would want her to marry soon, but she couldn’t figure out who he would choose. She hated being so powerless. She wanted to be able to decide her own fate for once.

    “Jasmine! Get down here!” Jasmine’s friend Nakoma called from her canoë at the bottom of the cliff. “Your father’s back!”

    Jasmine stood up and called to her animal friends, Meeko the racoon and Flit the hummingbird. “Flit, Meeko, her that? Father’s back!” She began to run down the cliff, but Meeko and Flit were running . . . up? Meeko motioned for her to follow, and she did so, cautiously. When they reached the top, he pointed down the cliff.

    “What do toi wa- Oh no! I am SO not jumping off of that. toi can get yourselves killed if toi want, but I am going down normally, thank toi very much!”

    Meeko shrugged. Then he noticed that Flit was trying to eat the pile of berries he had put right par the cliff’s edge. As jasmin was about to walk over it, Meeko jumped in and attacked Flit. This caught jasmin off guard, and she Lost her balance, causing her to fall off the cliff! After scrambling to regain composure midair, jasmin finally just let herself fall and hoped for the best. Luckily, she put her hands vers l'avant, vers l’avant in time, and she gracefully slid into the water.

    Nakoma sat in her canoe, waiting for jasmin to come up. She had just seen the crazy girl jump of a cliff, and now she was nowhere to be found! “Jasmine, this isn’t funny! Really, I’ll leave! C’mon, seriously Jasmi-” PLOP! Suddenly Nakoma’s canoë was overturned. She lifted her head up, and who did she see but her mischievous friend. “Don’t toi think we’re getting a little old for this?”

    “Nope,” jasmin a dit with a grin. Then she splashed Nakoma, and expertly dodged her pal’s splash as well. “Aren’t toi the one that’s been telling me to lighten up lately? I really do have to stop worrying so much- even Meeko and Flit are concerned!”

    “Still stressed about the whole marriage thing?” Nakoma asked as they turned the canoë over and hopped inside.

    “Yeah, but it’ll be all right,” jasmin responded, starting to row. “Well, at least I wish it’ll be all right,” she said, suddenly looking a bit worried. “I just wish I had plus of a say in things like this. I’m sure my mother would’ve let me choose.”

    “Well, toi can go talk to your dad about it right now, if toi feel like it,” Nakoma said, trying to cheer up her friend. Then she smiled. “Look! There he is!”

    Sure enough, when jasmin looked up, she saw her father standing among their people. He saw her too. “Ah, there is my beautiful daughter,”

    “Father!” jasmin greeted, happy to see her father sûr, sans danger and sound.

    “Follow me. We have much to discuss.”

    Jasmine gulped. Could he have decided who she was to marry already? She followed him reluctantly, not sure what to make of this. As they entered the hut par the river, jasmin stopped. “Father, what is it?”

    “I have something I want to give you,” she said, pulling something out of a pot behind him. It was a necklace, and he fastened it around her neck.

    “Mother’s necklace,” jasmin said, shocked.

    “It Suits – Avocats sur Mesure you.”

    “Father, what is this all about? Why are toi giving me this?” jasmin was suspicious- the collier was her father’s most prized possession, and he wouldn’t give it up on some aléatoire whim. Something had to be up.

    Powhatan sighed. “Someone has asked me for your hand in marriage.”

    “Who?” jasmin asked, trying to keep her composure.

    “It was Kocoum,” he responded. “I believe he is a worthy suitor. A warrior, a man of great bravery.”

    “But father,” jasmin a dit as they exited the hut, “He’s so, so serious. So boring! How could I ever be with someone like that?”

    “He has proven his worth on the battlefield many times,” Powhatan began.

“I don’t care if her shot one hundred deer with one arrow. I am not a prize to be won par skill! If I am ever to be won, it will be par love.”

    “Jasmine, toi are young, and will lead our people someday. toi need to start jouer la comédie like it. I just want toi to be sûr, sans danger and happy. Is that so wrong?’ he asked, looking out on the river.

“As the river cuts his path
Though the river's proud and strong
He will choose the smoothest course
That's why rivers live so long
They're steady ...
As the steady beating drum”

    “Jasmine, toi are proud any young, and are just beginning to cut your path. All I want for toi is the smoothest course. Please, just think about it.

    “Fine,” she a dit as he walked away. She picked up a stone and skipped it across the water. Then she notice two otters playing nearby. They splashed her par accident, and she giggled. Meeko and Flit decided to stop attacking each other for a moment to see what was up.

    “He wants me to be steady, like the river,” she told them. Then she looked back at the play fighting otters. “But the river isn’t steady at all!”

“What I l’amour most about rivers is,
toi can't step in the same river twice
The water's always changing, always flowing . . .”


To Be Continued.