In a far country long ago there lived a King and Queen who lacked but one thing to make them perfectly happy: a child. One day, when the Queen was working in the garden, a tweedy bird flew on a branch in front of her and granted her a wish of a little girl. Nine months later a fair skinned baby girl was born. .
There were feasts held for days after the birth of Carol. She was now the new princess of the land. All the merchants flowered the royal family with jewels, gifts and prized possessions. But the tweedy bird did forget to tell the queen one minor point. That on the day of her sixteenth birthday a spider will bite her in the garden and die. When the Queen found out this terrible news, she cried for days. Saddened to think that her new born .
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would die, she racked her brain thinking of ways to keep her out of the garden on that birthday. Of course the Queen told not a soul of what the tweedy bird repeated to her. She was just on a mission to prevent her daughter from dieing that day.
As time passed the princess grew older. She was gentle, beautiful, modest, and kind and everyone loved her. Princess Carol's favorite spot in the mansion was in the garden. It was the only place she could relax and clear her mind of all the responsibilities of being the perfect princess. It was a tradition that on each birthday a feast would be held in the garden. Slipping the Queen's mind she let the celebration occurr in the garden. Thousands of people came for the princess and her big day.
All of the sudden in the middle of all the dancing and eating a little black spider appeared. The guests were too busy having a good time to realize that Princess Carol was in real danger. The Queen was too busy involved with making the day perfect for Carol that the thought of the tweedy bird and spider never crossed her mind. Carol with a faint gasp had fallen to the ground in the middle of the dance floor, for the spider had crawled into her shoe and poisoned her.