The Tale of the Unfortunate Princess

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, or near near to you (it depends on where you stay of course! sillay law student don't make monayyy), there was a girl. She is the princess of our notsofairy-tale. For the purposes of anonymity, she shall simply remain the "princess" (hint: her name rhymes with silly, billy, willy and nilly and starts like trouble, treble and tree). This princess (self-proclaim one lah) had many-a-friend, including but not limited to, a certain Kween, a certain owner of a set of famous nostrils and a certain bean-curd food item. This princess, like her friends, was a wunnerful servant of the King (the one above all kings).

One fateful day, the princess in her servitude to her Father was welcoming guests into His palace for a wunnerful party cellyberating the King and all His greatness.Alas, she knew not of one of the powerful and important servants of her Father, one who had the great ability of conveying the King's words. This Sir Glen of the Freezytoes just so happened to be the guest of honour on that fateful night. As the good knight made his way into the palace, the princess, faithful in her duty as she was, stopped him.

She said to him, she said: I'm sorry, but you need an invitation to get in (in the form of a very valuable palace wristband).

And the knight, he said to her in his self-assured smile and manner: I don't need an invitation to get in.

And the princess, faithful still (and ignorant still), said to him (in a very unprincessful fashion I might add!): HAHA, yes you do! (or something to that effect, bear with me here).

And finally, the knight, with no other option, said to her, he said: I'm the guest of honour tonight!

And all the King's horses and all the King's men (and women) who had turned to observe the hullaballoo (what kay-pohs) burst out in laughter! Yes, even the honoured and booming Sir Matt of the Fields enjoyed a good laugh over the princess' tale of woe.

Indeedo, the good teller of this series of unfortunate events (well just one event really) could not stop laughing upon hearing it, much to the annoyance of the unfortunate princess. And the good teller thought to herself she thought: such a story musn't ever be forgotten! (Not at all because a certain set of nostrils was not forgotten, of course not).

And thus cometh the tale to the blog of the dodj.

The End.

(Disclaimer: this tale is in no way or form based on events or persons in real life. Any such similarities are pure coincidences.)