Fable #1

On an average, normal, typical, blustery day in the Magic Kingdom of Bluster, a sullen looking Princess sullenly skulked into the town tavern. For hours she moped at the bar all mopey-like until the bartender finally asked her,

“What’s wrong, Princess?”

Tears welled behind her eyes and her lip quivered in a most quivering fashion and she belched a reply,

“All the frogs I try to kiss keep turning into princes.”

The End.

Epilogue: She dies alone.

Moral of the Fable: Everything is terrible.