The Princess and the Ruddy Great Rock
For 30 years this princess has been slowly but surely piling up these mattresses. The goal
you know already: a contented night’s sleep. Soft, satisfying, and a whole lot more cosy
than the rugs that those poor bugs seem to get lumbered with.
30 years. That’s a long time to be stacking those damn things. And it’s hard work for a
princess you know. It’s not like I’m used to sweeping cinders like some others I could
mention. There are no dwarfs or woodland creatures here helping me out.
30 years. Just me meticulously placing one on top of the other. No genie gave me a lamp
to rub and ‘alakazam’ it’s done. There’s no beanstalk to climb up either. Just a rickety old
step ladder as my faithful servant offering me a hand. Till finally, now, I’m done, ready to
climb in.
And then what. You come along and shove a ruddy great rock underneath them.
Marvellous. What chance is there now of that decent night’s sleep, I ask you? I knew I
should have stayed away from that damn frog. Next time I’ll kiss the toad.
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