A princess story

   "Princess, right this way," the housekeeper said to me.

   "I'm coming, servant," I replied. I know I have a temper, but on that particular day, it was the worst it has been in years.

   "Here is your room. You shall be sharing it with Lily," the housekeeper told me.

   "Sharing! A bedroom! With a SERVANT?" I screamed.

   "Yes, you have to share a bedroom with a servant," the housekeeper sighed as she opened the door to a bedroom that had one bed.

   "Please don't tell me I have to share my bed, also!" I shouted.

   "You're right, you don't have to share your bed. You have to share Lily's bed," the housekeeper smiled.

   "Oh, puh-lease! Why can't some of the servants share a bed?" I protested.

   "Because, Lily is the only one that has her own bed, all the other servants have to share beds already!" the housekeeper explained.

   "And why is there not enough beds in this castle for everyone?" I questioned.

   "Because the king and queen spend all the money on themselves, and leave nothing for us servants," the housekeeper replied.

   "I don't think I want to get married to the prince, if everybody is THAT greedy," I plopped down on the narrow bed.

   "He's very kind, and wishes he could give everything to us servants, so he needs a little restraint. If he was king, all by himself, the servants here would be richer than him," the housekeeper explained to me.

   "Oh, so he needs someone to help him make WISE decisions. Not that giving is foolish, or anything," I thought aloud.

   "Well, too much giving is somewhat foolish," the housekeeper explained.

   "Right," I sighed.

   "Good night, princess. I'll have Lily come in here and help you undress," the housekeeper smiled.

   "Good night," I smiled back.