“But Father, it’s awkward,” said the princess to the king.
“I know Princess, but it’s ‘til you turn sixteen.”
“I’ve been looking, at the others, scattered through the land.
Why…
am I the only girl with a thimble?
On each finger of my hands?”
“Settle down now darling.
Don’t get overwrought.
There was talk about a curse but it is prob’ly all for naught.”
“Or not!”
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