Okay, seriously, I am really close to putting a ten in the place of that eight. Just so you know. Now, here's a little, fairy tale.
Once there was a princess who was born bla bla bla, and the King and Queen were good, but made choices that were always a little stupid, so the fairies always hated them, bla bla bla, and a fairy cursed the baby that on her 10th birthday she would be stapling a story she had written, and she would get a staple in her finger and die, bla bla bla... Luckily they caught her and she lowered it to an eight-year sleep. Then she dissolved into ashes. But, when she turns into ashes, she's just leaving a little something to remind them of her curse. .The queen screamed, bla bla bla.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you bla bla bla bla bla bla, it was Princess Beauty's birthday, bla bla bla. Not any old birthday, her 10th birthday. Bla bla bla, after the party, Princess Beauty went to the largest bedroom you'd ever be in. It was her's. She shared it with her sixteen other sisters. The thirteen boys shared another room. Her other fifteen siblings are either at college, or married. Any way, every girls' section was divided. She was the eighth sister in that huge room. She went to her desk, bla bla bla, "I finished my story! Yay! Bla bla bla, bla bla!" She stapled it. "OWOWOW! BBBLLLAAA!" And she fell, slowly, blaly, blablabla, bla bbla. When they found her, they were terrified, blaaa. . . and so eight years passed. But, she was growing more womanly in her sleep. She learned more and accelerated, till, she was sleeping, but she was wiser than her parents.
She finally woke up, and went on with her life, parents rejoicing, bla bla bla. Until one day, a young man came to the castle. He was as old as Beauty, and as wise. He was Prince Handsome, and he had been robbed while traveling home from hunting. He had gone there, fallen in love, proposed, and gotten married. All the while his parents aware. They traveled to his land, and there they lived.
THE END
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