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Written in honor of and with thanks to Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm.
Summary: fairy godmothers have a very stressful lifestyle therefore this particular one has taken up writing the events of her life in a diary, to relieve the stress, and to share the fun with a dear friend.
Dear Dear Diary
Chapter 2
Beloved Diary
I truly have forgotten how stressful kings and queens can be if their only child is in danger of sleeping a long long time (as if they did not wish she would sleep more at the moment) and stupid me, why, oh why did I have to mention that spinningwheel?
Now they have ordered the whole kingdom to burn them all. That does not only make enormous fires, that make a lot of light during the night, which do indeed all but help little Auroras sleep problem, no but without spinningwheels the countries economy will go down, I mean what will the people wear for 16 years? They will have to import at high costs. But no the little princess is more important than the kingdoms money…
What is a fairy to do?
Oops the king
A little later:
Just to answer the question, the king has now "asked" me to make the kingdom baby-proof, that means I have to supervise all those fires, and what gets put into them and what survives them, he does not want to see another of those cursed wheels in his kingdom again, as if I don't have better things to do, the princesses diapers will not change themselves. But then he might be as sleep deprived as I am. It seems like baby Aurora thinks she does not have to sleep now because she will catch up on it in 16 years anyway! I don't remember her mother being like that, but her gift was to find true love, without the sleeping part, although somebody should have mentioned the frog to me, but that is a different story, and I am so of topic again, yes indeed the stress. I need a warm bath, and some relaxing work, how could I ever think baking boring? I truly miss my kitchen and my quiet little house in the forest…
No now stop wallowing Sebille. Oh the baby is crying, again, I have to go, see you soon, my dearest friend.
Truly yours
Sebille