The youngest princess would only eat strained radish. The queen dropped the pink cupcake on the floor.
“Rabbit, you deal with her.”
Rabbit had been the queen’s nursemaid. Rabbit had cared for ten generations of the female royal line. She patted the princess on the head,
“You’ll eat cupcakes when you’re ready, darling. I’ll get your radishes.”
“Can I please use my special spoon?”
“Of course, sweetie. You remembered the magic word. What a clever child!”
The queen called Rabbit to her bedside that evening,
“She’s not like her sisters. What am I doing wrong?”
“She’s not like the others, your majesty. You are a good mother and were a good child. We have to wait for her to grow up,” said Rabbit.
“Rabbit, you always say the right thing. I’ll try to remember how little she is.”
The queen took her three daughters to the spa. The two oldest were willing to cooperate. They changed into their bathing suits for the mud bath and started to wallow. The youngest princess refused to participate. The queen lost her temper,
“What do you mean, you won’t get dirty? You’re not acting like a princess!”
The queen stopped and sent a servant to fetch Rabbit.
“Please take her to the castle. She needs Rabbit time. Chamomile tea and a story.”
“Certainly, your majesty. She is young and needs to nap. Perhaps you can check on her later.”
After the queen and older girls returned to the castle, the queen stepped into the nursery. She sat in Rabbit’s comfy chair next to a stack of picture books and flipped through the pages of her favorites. Her youngest daughter woke from her nap.
“Momma, please read me a story?”
“Sit on my lap, darling. I’m proud you used the magic word. Who taught you that?”
“Nana Rabbit.”
“She’s a clever nana.”
They rubbed snouts and cuddled. Queen Pig and the youngest princess decided to read together every afternoon. When the princess was older, she learned to eat sweet treats and wallow in the mud. Best of all, she flew through the sky with her mother and sisters. The pig family lived happily ever after.
“Rabbit, you deal with her.”
Rabbit had been the queen’s nursemaid. Rabbit had cared for ten generations of the female royal line. She patted the princess on the head,
“You’ll eat cupcakes when you’re ready, darling. I’ll get your radishes.”
“Can I please use my special spoon?”
“Of course, sweetie. You remembered the magic word. What a clever child!”
The queen called Rabbit to her bedside that evening,
“She’s not like her sisters. What am I doing wrong?”
“She’s not like the others, your majesty. You are a good mother and were a good child. We have to wait for her to grow up,” said Rabbit.
“Rabbit, you always say the right thing. I’ll try to remember how little she is.”
The queen took her three daughters to the spa. The two oldest were willing to cooperate. They changed into their bathing suits for the mud bath and started to wallow. The youngest princess refused to participate. The queen lost her temper,
“What do you mean, you won’t get dirty? You’re not acting like a princess!”
The queen stopped and sent a servant to fetch Rabbit.
“Please take her to the castle. She needs Rabbit time. Chamomile tea and a story.”
“Certainly, your majesty. She is young and needs to nap. Perhaps you can check on her later.”
After the queen and older girls returned to the castle, the queen stepped into the nursery. She sat in Rabbit’s comfy chair next to a stack of picture books and flipped through the pages of her favorites. Her youngest daughter woke from her nap.
“Momma, please read me a story?”
“Sit on my lap, darling. I’m proud you used the magic word. Who taught you that?”
“Nana Rabbit.”
“She’s a clever nana.”
They rubbed snouts and cuddled. Queen Pig and the youngest princess decided to read together every afternoon. When the princess was older, she learned to eat sweet treats and wallow in the mud. Best of all, she flew through the sky with her mother and sisters. The pig family lived happily ever after.
