Once upon a time there was a king of a powerful kingdom. Though he had served and guided his people wisely for many years, the truth of the matter that he was so sick of all the twists and hypocrisy of politics that he could scream and would much rather retire and spend all day playing golf and watching the game. Unfortunately, as kings do not have specific terms of temporary lengths but rather irritating prince sons clambering for the throne, he had a problem.

So he came to a decision regarding his three sons. He would take the parenting route suggesting that all life lessons can be learned via the School of Hard Knocks, aka life. He would send his sons out on various and meaningless quests that had absolutely nothing to do with running a kingdom in hopes that during the meaningless quests they might inadvertently learn something worthwhile.

The first quest was to find a dog. You see, the king figure that when one is retired there is no better companion than a faithful dog.

So off the three princes went in search of a dog, somehow having the impression that they needed to find a pretty, tiny dog rather than a proper-sized beast that all real men want.

The youngest son was having a heck of a time when one rainy night he stumbled into an enchanted castle. Of course, he was a man and didn't have the wits about him to realize the castle was enchanted, even as invisible servants took his coat and led him to a table covered in delicious, nutritious, and obviously enchanted food. The mistress of the castle came to see who was bothering her this time of night, praying it wasn't another insurance salesman.

Now this mistress was also obviously enchanted, being that she was a lovely white cat that could talk. Even though the prince was oblivious to magic, she took a liking to him after he spilled four differing articles of food and decided to let him hang around as free entertainment. He amused her for about a year before he realized that he was supposed to get his dad a dog. So she supplied him with a rottweiler and sent him on his way.

So the three princes met back in their father's kingdom (the elder two had brought a Chihuahua and a toy poodle). Though the King was impressed with the rottweiler, politics were on the upside, so he sent his sons back out, this time to find, for some reason, a piece of cloth so fine it could go through the eye of a needle. (It was the only thing he could think of spur-of-the-moment.)

So the youngest prince returned to the obviously enchanted castle with the obviously enchanted talking cat. He was her court jester for another year before remembering about the cloth. Even though the cat could not understand the point of a piece of cloth that would go through a needle, she used the obvious magic of the castle to make it.

Well, even though the youngest son had managed to impress the king twice, his wife, the Queen, realized the sons were idiots. So she came up with a task: they had to find a wife suitable to be queen after the King was through.

So the youngest prince returned to the obviously enchanted castle once more. After another year, he got around to telling the white cat of the quest. She was pretty mad that he always waited forever to tell her these things, but what could she do? So she gave him the instructions to break her spell. It was fairly complex and vile, or else she would have done it herself if the magic would have allowed it.

She ordered the prince to chop off her head.

The prince, being a guy and into that sort of morbid thing, did so, and instantly the white cat changed into a young woman who was beautiful, intelligent, and confident.

So they returned to the king. Unfortunately, the elder sons had also brought women who were beautiful, intelligent, and confident. So, after a triple wedding, the women killed their husbands, which impressed the King (and most definitely the Queen) so much that he allowed them to take over the kingdom and rule forever more.

And they all lived happily ever after.