Here is a short little story for you!
Once upon a time there lived a king and a queen. King Tyrone and Queen Beatrix lived in a huge stone castle with their only child, Princess Peronel.
But Peronel was never happy. No matter how many dolls she was given to play with, dresses she was given to try, and books she was given to read, she would not laugh or smile.
“We will give our finest stallion to the person who can make our beautiful daughter smile,” Queen Beatrix decided one day.
King Tyrone agreed, so the next day a proclamation was sent out and King Tyrone and Queen Beatrix brought their daughter to the village square, one of their stable grooms leading a prancing, pure white stallion.
Many villagers, men and women, came from all over the village to try to make their Princess smile.
A jester came and juggled. Peronel did not laugh. She did not smile. A young man came and told the royal family all his best jokes. Peronel remained glum. A group of musicians played the cello and violin for her. Peronel’s mouth became set in a hard line. Nothing would make Peronel laugh, or even smile!
While the King and Queen were speaking with their counselors in despair, Peronel went off alone to sit beneath an apple tree in their orchard.
Presently, a young farm boy came along with his puppy.
“Good morning, Princess,” the boy said, bowing to Peronel.
Peronel nodded, not looking at the boy.
Suddenly, the puppy ran up to Peronel, barked, and started licking her hands and face.
“Moggy, stop!” the boy shouted in horror, grabbing his dog’s colour. he was afraid that Moggy, the puppy, would make Peronel angry, and that he would get in trouble.
Just then, the King and Queen walked up. “Peronel? Oh, there you are.” Then they stopped and stared.
Instead of yelling at the puppy, Peronel had started laughing! A smile spread across her face as she watched the puppy frolic around and lick her.
“Whose puppy is that?” King Tyrone ordered, looking around.
“It is mine, sire,” the young farm boy said meekly, trembling. He had not heard the proclamation, for he had been busy working in the fields.
All of a sudden the king’s booming laugh ran out around the orchard. He strode up to the boy and swung around. “Have you not heard?” he chuckled.
“Heard what, sire?” the boy asked in shock as he was swung around in the air.
“Of the proclamation the queen and I sent out yesterday. Whoever can make our Princess Peronel laugh or smile may take away our finest stallion!”
The king had the groom bring the majestic creature over to the boy, who had a grin stretching all over his chubby face.
“May I keep the puppy, Father?” Peronel asked timidly.
“Of course!” the farm boy, the King, and the Queen cried at the same time.
From that day on, Peronel never sulked again and the little farm boy loved his new horse to bits.