This sentence marks the start of a tale, which speaks of a princess whose grace would get her top notch marks in the subject called beauty. She was pale but yet it shone with such brightness that even the moon would shun away from in shame. But beautiful things aren't meant to be left unclaimed, they always tend to be the spark of bloodshed and pain. Therefore, we introduce the nefarious, grotesque, loathsome, stinking, fetid, perverted witch. She's the extreme in all negative aspects. She was extremely short, a height a 12 year old would sneer at and of course, we can't possibly leave out a puke-inducing arrogance.
Naturally, the story went on with the witch kidnapping the princess, so that she could have the beauty for herself. Thus, came a dashing prince with a powerful sword that 29 elephants couldn't lift. He rushed in into the castle and ...... killed ....... hand ....... happily .......


because endings are always so predictable..