Once, there was a flood which threatened to destroy all sense of narrative.
There was a brave Knight who went forth to battle it, only to return home in a terrible snit with a minor head cold.
There was a beautiful Princess who tied herself to a stone as sacrifice, only to (rather later) report, with some disgust, that rain didn’t actually have any interest in reading princesses.
A wise Wizard went to save then. He failed.
There was an impertinent prince who had been turned into a frog for his un-Princely behavior. And HE was just fine.
Life isn’t at all fair, sometimes.
