Gather round, children. Gather round, and I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a little princess. The little princess loved to play games and to dance around merrily. The little princess was much loved by the king and the queen who let her do whatever she pleased. The little princess became spoilt and began to make all sorts of ridiculous demands. “I want a pony! I want a pet badger! I want a double bed! I want this! I want that!” And whatever the princess wanted, the princess got.
One day, the little princess demanded a new ball to play with. She was bored of her red one, and wanted a yellow one like the sun. The little princess was given a new ball and she went to play with it.
The next day, the little princess demanded that she could leave the palace grounds. She was bored of having to play within the palace walls and wanted to roam across the meadows, play in the forest, run by the riverside. The king and queen were reluctant, but conceded when the little princess started to have a tantrum.
The little princess took her yellow ball and roamed across the meadows with it. She played in the forest with it, and she ran by the riverside with it. But then she dropped the ball in the river and it was swept away under a waterfall. The little princess wanted her ball back so she jumped into the water and was swept away under the waterfall as well.
Behind the waterfall, there was a stone vestibule that had a small pond. Beyond the pond, was a dark stone corridor that led to a magical land. The little princess found her ball in the pond, but as she tried to pick it up she was pulled into the water by the naughty water nymphs. The little princess demanded that the nymphs return her ball, but the nymphs laughed. They pushed and pulled her, pinched her skin, tore her dress and bullied the little princess. The little princess began to cry. The nymphs danced down the stone corridor, taking the little princess’s ball with them. They cackled and laughed their way into the magical land beyond.
The little princess continued to cry for her yellow ball and for the very sad situation she had found herself in. But what the little princess didn’t notice was that there was another nymph still in the cavern. This nymph was the smallest in the gang and desperately wanted to be as mischievous as the other nymphs. The nymph therefore cast a wicked, wicked spell and turned the little princess into a statue. The little princess became frozen as rock and continued to cry for her dire situation.
So remember, don’t be spoilt, boys and girls. Be content with what you have, or else the littlest nymph will be after you, and will turn you into a statue.
Listen to Old Atificat as you make your way in the world, children. Now, go.
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