The Princess and The Pea

So often I've felt the Princess' pain in this story, some little thing that is just determined to get in the way of my happiness.  Anywho, at dinner Friday night, I was recounting this tale to a friend and he didn't believe it was a real fairy tale.  He was so adamant in his disbelief that I, too, started to doubt whether it was a real tale or if maybe I had made it up to amuse myself. (Yes, I am aware I give myself WAY more credit than I should, to think that for a day I actually allowed myself to believe that I came up with something as brilliant as 'The Princess and the Pea.' *shakes head at self* Yeah, I'm definitely not lacking in the way of self-esteem.  Alas, here's a version of the Dutch tale if you need a refresher...
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The Princess on the Pea

Denmark - Hans Christian Anderson


Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to find a princess, but she would have to be a real princess. So he traveled all around the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were princesses enough, but he could never be sure that they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not quite right. So he came home again and was sad, for he so much wanted to have a real princess.
One evening there was a terrible storm. It thundered and lightninged! The rain poured down! It was horrible! Then there was a knock at the city gate, and the old king went out to open it. A princess was standing outside. But my goodness, how she looked from the rain and the weather! Water ran down from her hair and her clothes. It ran into the toes of her shoes and out at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.

"Well, we shall soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bedroom, took off all the bedding and laid a pea on the bottom of the bed. Then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty featherbeds of eiderdown on top of the mattresses. That was where the princess was to sleep for the night.

In the morning she was asked how she had slept."Oh, horribly!" she said. "I hardly closed my eyes all night. Goodness knows what there was in the bed! I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It is horrible!"
Now they could see that she was a real princess, because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty featherbeds. Nobody but a real princess could be that sensitive.

So the prince took her for his wife, because now he knew that he had a real princess. And the pea was put in the art gallery where it can still be seen, unless someone has taken it.

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