Once upon a time there lived a lovely and very energetic princess named Fiona. Princess Fiona was the love and joy of the king and king, as she was their only daughter, making her the heiress to the kingdom.
'Twas on one particularly summery day, when the sun was blazing brightly overhead that Princess Fiona and ten of her closest of friends were playing a frenzied game of running and catching. And for the longest time the children, including the princess, sprinted about without a moment for a cool drink and a quick rest. As they played and screamed for joy, their faces became as bright red as ripened strawberries.
The queen recognizing that the children were surely exhausting themselves called to the children asking them to enjoy a cool glass from a pitcher of freshly made tea, but the children, ever so excited to be in the hot sunshine ignored the queen's request and continued running about the garden.
Under the summer sun, as their skin became the color of strawberries, beads of sweat poked onto their hot, dirty skin. They were the very shape of the tiny seeds found on strawberries. The queen noticed, and became very wary of the welfare of the children, and called them in to rest, but the children refused to listen.
The children continued under the hot summer sun, which began to wane into the western sky, and it was not long before the queen and the king noticed that the tops of the childrens' heads had turned a bright green. Now the king, being most stern in the keeping of his good daughter, called to her in his loving and booming voice, "Princess Fiona! It is time to come in! This instant!"
And the princess, looking ever more like a strawberry fruit, ran to her father, the king, as her friends continued to play.
"Why must I stop playing, while they are permitted to continue? I am the princess."
"We are your parents and we love you."
Princess Fiona grumbled as she sipped on the cold glass of tea, as her friends continued to scream and run outside. The green top of her head returned to the light brown that she had been given at birth. In her bath she groaned as the noises outside continued, and the seeds of sweat floated away. And though she growled about resting, laying down in her bed, with noises outside not fading as the western setting sun, her skin returned to its golden hue.
When she awoke, the garden outside was quiet but for the nightingale singing its sweet song. The king and queen took her gently by the hand and led her into the garden. Much to everyone's pleasant surprise, they discovered a beautiful patch of ripened strawberries in the garden. They were red and looked ready to pop, and Princess Fiona begged the king and queen for a wonderful snack - to which they agreed. They allowed her to pick all ten of the strawberries.
She placed them in a bowl and her parents brought to her a bowl of fresh cream.
"What do you suppose happened to your friends?"
Princess Fiona smiled as she placed the first one into her mouth. It made her fingers and lips red and sticky sweet.
"I can not say father, but I do surely wish that they had stayed so that I might share these strawberries with them."
FIN
'Twas on one particularly summery day, when the sun was blazing brightly overhead that Princess Fiona and ten of her closest of friends were playing a frenzied game of running and catching. And for the longest time the children, including the princess, sprinted about without a moment for a cool drink and a quick rest. As they played and screamed for joy, their faces became as bright red as ripened strawberries.
The queen recognizing that the children were surely exhausting themselves called to the children asking them to enjoy a cool glass from a pitcher of freshly made tea, but the children, ever so excited to be in the hot sunshine ignored the queen's request and continued running about the garden.
Under the summer sun, as their skin became the color of strawberries, beads of sweat poked onto their hot, dirty skin. They were the very shape of the tiny seeds found on strawberries. The queen noticed, and became very wary of the welfare of the children, and called them in to rest, but the children refused to listen.
The children continued under the hot summer sun, which began to wane into the western sky, and it was not long before the queen and the king noticed that the tops of the childrens' heads had turned a bright green. Now the king, being most stern in the keeping of his good daughter, called to her in his loving and booming voice, "Princess Fiona! It is time to come in! This instant!"
And the princess, looking ever more like a strawberry fruit, ran to her father, the king, as her friends continued to play.
"Why must I stop playing, while they are permitted to continue? I am the princess."
"We are your parents and we love you."
Princess Fiona grumbled as she sipped on the cold glass of tea, as her friends continued to scream and run outside. The green top of her head returned to the light brown that she had been given at birth. In her bath she groaned as the noises outside continued, and the seeds of sweat floated away. And though she growled about resting, laying down in her bed, with noises outside not fading as the western setting sun, her skin returned to its golden hue.
When she awoke, the garden outside was quiet but for the nightingale singing its sweet song. The king and queen took her gently by the hand and led her into the garden. Much to everyone's pleasant surprise, they discovered a beautiful patch of ripened strawberries in the garden. They were red and looked ready to pop, and Princess Fiona begged the king and queen for a wonderful snack - to which they agreed. They allowed her to pick all ten of the strawberries.
She placed them in a bowl and her parents brought to her a bowl of fresh cream.
"What do you suppose happened to your friends?"
Princess Fiona smiled as she placed the first one into her mouth. It made her fingers and lips red and sticky sweet.
"I can not say father, but I do surely wish that they had stayed so that I might share these strawberries with them."
FIN
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