Tell us about something that happened to you in real life last week — but write it in the style of a fairy tale.
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, a kind and benevolent queen lived in a pleasant palace with her equally kind and benevolent king. They were no longer young. They had reared their precious princes and princesses, who were all married themselves now and living in other palaces, giving kind and benevolent reigns to their kind and benevolent subjects.
One day the queen, whose name was Benevolence (Bennie to her closest friends) decided she would love to do some writing. Perhaps she would write a book all about what it was like to be a queen in a pleasant palace, married to an equally kind and benevolent king, whose name was Able (short for Amiable).
So Queen Bennie set about the task of writing her book. She required piles of parchment, and baskets of goose quills. She ordered ink to be made that would fill a tub, and she had a desk specially built to fit her perfectly, with a matching chair. All of this was set up in a special room with windows that followed the rising and setting of the sun so that there would be natural light for Queen Bennie. Her eyesight was failing, you see.
Day after day she wrote, while her servants took each roll of parchment when she had filled it up. They stretched each one out to dry, treating all of them with special potions that would keep them supple and strong. As each one dried, it was rolled up into a scroll and stacked tidily in a book box.
One day, the queen grew restless. She was having trouble thinking what to write next. She even became a tiny bit less benevolent, and she ordered her court wise man to be brought into her presence.
“Sir Wisdom, you must give me a prompt! I seem to have run out of things to say. Please, Sir, give me an idea! Immediately, if you please!”
Sir Wisdom bowed low before looking up at his Queen. “Madame, I shall have an idea for you in the morning, promptly at 8 a.m. Until then, why don’t you rest, walk in the gardens, enjoy some fresh fruit?”
“Sir Wisdom, I shall be waiting! If you do not have an idea for me at 8 a.m. tomorrow, you will be very, very sorry!”
The next morning dawned with a clear sky, the twitter of busy birds, and the bustle of scurrying servants as the morning meal, morning baths, morning dressing rituals and morning cleaning were observed. Finally Queen Bennie was ready to meet Sir Wisdom.
At precisely 8 o’clock, the queen sat upon her throne, tapping her toe and drumming her fingers on the arm of her cushioned seat. Sir Wisdom was nowhere in sight.
“Where is he? Has anyone gone to look for him? I can’t wait much longer! He is late! I have work to do!
At 8:30, when the queen’s patience had disappeared, Sir Wisdom came rushing in. He knelt at the Queen’s feet, begging her forgiveness for his tardiness, and confessing that he hadn’t yet thought of a really good idea for her. He trembled, knowing she was a woman of her word. She was about to make him very, very sorry.
“Sir Wisdom, because you have failed me, you will spend the rest of your miserable days wandering from country to country. As you travel, you will be required to give an intelligent answer to anyone who may stop you and ask you a question. If you fail to respond, the questioner may do with you as he pleases. Now, begone!
And Sir Wisdom was banished forever from the kingdom. In fact, he ended up being banished pretty regularly. He just couldn’t seem to come up with ideas for anyone, and he was almost always late.
And he did not live happily ever after.