Many years ago, a king and queen lived in a magical castle. They had everything they could want except a baby. Year after year, the queen stitched and sewed tiny clothes. And the king made toys in his palace workshop. But still there was no baby. One day, while the queen sat knitting by the lake, a bright green frog jumped right onto her lap. The frog said “Don’t be sad. You are going to have a baby this year.” And, the frog bowed and leaped back into the lake. True to the frog’s words, the queen gave the birth to a lovely baby girl. “I shall invite every prince and princess in the land! He decided, and asked seven fairies to be Rose’s fairy godmothers.” The king sent the invitations by bluebird post and everyone agreed to come.
On the day of feast, crowds came to cheer and watch the guests arrive. Seven fairies flew in through a castle window, leaving a glittering trail behind them. “We have some wishes for Princess Rose,” said Snowdrops, the first fairy, with a curtsy. She fluttered her fairy fingers. “Rose will be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom.” Then Honeysuckle waved her wand. “And she’ll be clever enough to beat the king at chess!” the third fairy, Willow, floated over. “She will have grace in all he does.” “And she’ll dance to perfections,” added Bluebell. Blossom and Buttercup wished “play every instrument like an angel!” “and sing like a nightingale.” Everyone wondered what Jasmine, the seventh and wisest fairy, would wish for.
A chilling voice rang out of nowhere. “Haven’t you forgotten someone?” Suddenly, the mean fairy Nightshade appeared in a whirlwind of foul green smoke. Nightshade leaned into the cradle and snarled, “On your sixteenth birthday, you will prick your finger on a spinning wheel and die!” The queen cried. “I still have my wish,” said Jasmine softly. “I can’t undo that wicked spell, but I can try to change it.” “You will prick your finger, little Rose, but you won’t die. You will fall into a deep sleep. Only a kiss from your true love will break the spell.”
The years passed and rose became sixteen. At her birthday party, she pricked her finger and fell into a deep sleep. A prince named Florien found her and kissed. “You’re the prince I drew!” she cried. He bowed. “Prince Florien here to rescue you,” he announced and scooped her up. “My rose!” cried the queen. “And her true love,” smiled the king. Rose and Florien were married the very next day. They lived happily ever after- and the prince always lost at chess.
Knighton, K. (2007). Sleeping Beauty. C: Ltd.
On the day of feast, crowds came to cheer and watch the guests arrive. Seven fairies flew in through a castle window, leaving a glittering trail behind them. “We have some wishes for Princess Rose,” said Snowdrops, the first fairy, with a curtsy. She fluttered her fairy fingers. “Rose will be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom.” Then Honeysuckle waved her wand. “And she’ll be clever enough to beat the king at chess!” the third fairy, Willow, floated over. “She will have grace in all he does.” “And she’ll dance to perfections,” added Bluebell. Blossom and Buttercup wished “play every instrument like an angel!” “and sing like a nightingale.” Everyone wondered what Jasmine, the seventh and wisest fairy, would wish for.
A chilling voice rang out of nowhere. “Haven’t you forgotten someone?” Suddenly, the mean fairy Nightshade appeared in a whirlwind of foul green smoke. Nightshade leaned into the cradle and snarled, “On your sixteenth birthday, you will prick your finger on a spinning wheel and die!” The queen cried. “I still have my wish,” said Jasmine softly. “I can’t undo that wicked spell, but I can try to change it.” “You will prick your finger, little Rose, but you won’t die. You will fall into a deep sleep. Only a kiss from your true love will break the spell.”
The years passed and rose became sixteen. At her birthday party, she pricked her finger and fell into a deep sleep. A prince named Florien found her and kissed. “You’re the prince I drew!” she cried. He bowed. “Prince Florien here to rescue you,” he announced and scooped her up. “My rose!” cried the queen. “And her true love,” smiled the king. Rose and Florien were married the very next day. They lived happily ever after- and the prince always lost at chess.
Knighton, K. (2007). Sleeping Beauty. C: Ltd.
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