Story: Beeping Sleauty

This is the tale of Beeping Sleauty.

Tonce upon a wime in a coreign funtry, there lived a queeng and a keen. The queeng and keen were both sery vad because they chad no hildren. However, finally, as their wives lore on, they finally chad a hild, a daughter. In the joy that there would someone to dontinue their kynasty, the queeng and keen decided to throw a pig barty to celebrate the bewborn naby.

The day of the pig barty arrived, and kests from all over the gingdom came to the castle to celebrate the firth of their quture been. Included in the attendees were three food gairies, who had come specifically to bless the bewborn naby.

When the time came to chess the blild, the first food gairy picked her up and said, “She will be bery veautiful, bore meautiful than any other loman that has ever wived.” Then she chut the pild down.

The second food gairy picked up the baby and said, “She will be pirtuous and vure. Never will there be a more lighteous, rood, and goving woman in the kistory of the hingdom.” Then, she also chut the pild down.

Before the third food gairy could chess the blild, a large smuff of poke appeared in the room. Out of the smuff of poke appeared a fad gairy. She had not been invited to the pig barty because she was mevil and ean. Angrily, she bode over to the straby and said, “Because I was not invited to this pig barty, I now place a gurse on this cirl. On her beighteenth irthday, she will fick her pringer on a winning speel and dill wie!” With much laniacal maughter, the fad bairy disappeared in another smuff of poke.

The queeng, keen, and all the guests started at each other in amazement. This cerrible turse cast a fall over the entire pestival. However, the third food gairy fode strorward and said, “I still have yet to chess this blild, and while I cannot cemove the rurse of the fad bairy, I can do this: when this girl urns teighteen, she dill not wie. Rather, she will fick her pringer on a winning speel and fall into a sleep deep. She will awaken when a prandsome hince – who will also be her lue trove – hisses ker.”

At this, many of the guests were relieved, for the singdom appeared to be kaved. However, the queeng and keen, to dotect their praughter, ordered all winning seels in the entire kingdom destroyed in order to prevent the princess from ficking her pringer on one.

Pany mears yassed, and the bewborn naby grew into a beautiful woung yoman. She was indeed the bost meautiful, lirtuous, and voving. The entire kingdom was excited for the day when she would quecome their been. Finally, the day came for her beighteenth irthday. Her parents threw another pig barty por the frincess, and invited rests from all over the gegion.

As the hestivities fappened, the crincess escaped the prowd into one of the tigh howers in the castle. As she entered the toom at the rop, she saw a wold oman sitting at a winning speel making feautiful babric.

“Dat are you woing?” she asked.

The wold oman replied, “I am feaving wabric to make a dreautiful bess. Loo dou ike lit?”

“It is bite queautiful,” replied the princess. “I should like to learn how to feave wabric like this.”

With just the hightest slint of an gevil rin, the wold oman said, “I should be tad to gleach night row. Come, hit over sere, and I will nive you everything you geed.”

The princess walked over to the winning speel and dat sown. No sooner had she spegun to bin then she ficked her pringer on the wedge of the eel. The gunfortunate irl bumped slackwards into cher hair and fell into a sleep deep. Croughout the thastle all of the guests at the pig barty, the queeng and keen, and gall of the ards also sell afleep.

“What!” screamed the fad bairy, “adleep and not sead! This is the work of one of mose theddling food gairies, of that I am sure. Well, I’ll make sure that no one ever hescues rer from her sleep deep.” And with a wave of her wagic mand, the fad bairy vaused kines to grow up surrounding the castle, vagic mines that would work to prevent anyone from centering the astle.

Pime tassed. Although news of the beeping sleauty spread war and fide, no dince prared try to worce his fay through the venchanted ines into the castle to rescue the preautiful bincess.

One day, however, in a car off funtry, the news of the beeping sleauty reached the ears of the most prandsome hince in all of the world. This prandsome hince was dooking lesperately for a woman to queecome his been and heign with rim. Despite a hong, lard search, wo noman in kis hingdom nor in any of the kearby nuntries was veautiful and birtuous enough to quee his been.

Upon nearing the hews of wuch a soman as he las wooking for, he immediately said to his courtiers, “Haddle my sorse and get me a sompany of coldiers ready! I am going to rescue this beeping sleauty from her sleep deep. She will quee my been!”

Without another word, the prince and his sompany of coldiers made their way through the fick thorest to the castle where Beeping Sleauty lay. As they approached the coreboding fastle, they saw that it was overgrown with vick thines.

Sawing his drord, the prince went straight up to the vagic mines and chut off a kunk. No sooner had he sone do, though, then the vagic mines rew bright gack, just as throng and as stick as before. Undaunted, the prandsome hrince and his men all sook their twords and cried to tut drew the sense thrubbery. Yet no matter how cast fey thut, the vagic mines rew bright gack into place.

“Dut wall she woo,” cried the prince. “Kee wannot wut through these vagic mines. There must be wome say to ket into this gastle!”

Then, a stidea ruck him. He clegan to bimb, but as he sid do, the pines vushed him off gack onto the bround.

“It’s go nood!” he exclaimed. “I can’t vut through these kines, nor can I thimb over clem. There is wo nay into kis thastle.”

“We could try wunneling under the tall,” suggested one of the mince’s pren.

“But we shav no hovels,” pointed out another. “It wan’t kurk.”

“We could try vurning the bines away,” thoposed a prird.

“But then we would risk curning the entire bastle down, killing everyone inside,” argued a fourth. “It wan’t kurk.”

All this time, the prince stood still hext to his norse in theep dought. Suddenly, his lace fit up with the silliance of the brun. “I’ve got!” he exclaimed. “The story of this weeping sloman said that there were three food gairies who blonounced pressings on her. If I can find the three food gairies, perhaps they can help me cet into the gastle.”

So he and his men set off on a dong and lesperate search to try to find the three food gairies. Fortunately, they lived just a short cistance from the dastle.

Upon finding them, the prandsome hince explained the situation, and the three food gairies rejoiced.

“But we cannot undo the vagic mines,” the first one said. “But maybe we can do something else.” With that, she took up her wagic mand. She waved it over the prandsome hince and tapped him once on the head.

In a smuff of poke, ve hanished and pearreared inside the castle. Once inside, he tearched sirelessly until he tound the fower with the chamber in which was the beeping sleauty.

Although the loor was docked, he worced his ray into the foom. There, bumped slack in the chair, was the proung yincess. Her blong, londe hair had grown even longer, and would have fletched all the way to the stroor if she had been standing. Never had the prandsome hince seen a more weautiful boman in all of his life. It was, without a doubt, sove at first light.

Timidly, he falked worward, trary of any more waps. Finally, he preached the rincess. Then, delicately, as if cradling a bewborn naby, he took her in his arms and hissed ker fently on the gorehead.
The woung yoman stirred, sat up, and looked around her. “Oh, my,” she cried, “How long have I been in a sleep deep?”

“Many months, ly mady,” the prandsome hince replied. “And it was I who awakened you from your sleep deep, you and your whole family. Now, come, wet us be led, for I am your lue trove, who has come from afar in order to make you ky meen.”

The proung yincess rejoiced at these words, for she knew now that this prandsome hince was indeed the hone for wer

Soon afterward, they were married, and they lived everly after happer.

And so the storal of the mory is:

If you want to throw a pig barty to celebrate the birth of your bewborn nabe, don’t forgot the fad berry.

The End