The king and his queen
In this story I will tell you about the king and his three daughters, beautiful and smart, each of them special in her own way.
The king loved them all three equally, but sometimes he had a thought, that would be nice to have a boy as well. As always it was in this kind of kingdoms, girls would leave to build a new life with a handsome and kind prince, who would come abroad and would fight sincerely for daughter’s hand and heart. The king was scared to stay alone, with no child to share his happy days and the boring duties of the king’s business – ruling the country.
One day he was walking on the busy and polluted streets of his city. It was spring time, and so everything was being in a strange position of transforming from ugly, not snowy anymore into something beautiful.
On the corner of the street the king saw a cat, dirty, black, and probably smelly. Cat just caught a mouse and was about to kill it and eat. But little mouse managed to escape and left the cat in a furious mood.
The king was staying under cover of the roof of a little shop, just a few steps from the cat. And imagining being this little mouse. He was so happy, that this creature managed to escape. Truly believing that it’s for better and that this cat will find something else to eat. Maybe a bird, or maybe a kind owner of the shop would give to cat some food from his table. Or even him, the king, would find something tasty in his pocket.
The king put his kingly hand into the pocket of his shining raincoat, that his lovely queen put on him before he left the castle. She kissed him into his forehand and as always, told him about her love. “Love you as much as the spring loves the sun” – told the queen today, and smiled with her beautiful smile.
His kingly hand found there some cookies with chocolate crisps, that he loves so much. “So it will be a perfect meal for the cat” – thought the king. But there was something else as well, a little piece of pink paper, probably from the queen’s notebook that she loved so much to write in it her recipes. But there wasn’t any recipe written. Just a few words. “You will be a father again, my lovely king!”
“A sun! A son!))”- Screamed the king and run home, forgetting the cat and the cookies, that he still has been kept in his kingly arm.