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Once upon a time, dark wicked tales were told.

Stories of monsters and magic.

Of death, murdering other wicked deeds.

Stories of forests and of fairies and gold.

Tales both delightful and tragic.

Now I'll tell one, and we'll see where it leads.

Hi.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Hello, boils and and Goals! It's fairy tale time with your old pal the librarian. Are we ready for this one? Oh, this is a good one. This one's called the Yellow Dwarf. And we'll see how many trigger warnings we can throw into one insensitive old fairy tale, shall we?

Let's begin.

Once upon a time, there lived a queen who had been the mother of a great many children,

and of them all, only one daughter was left, but then she was worth

at least a thousand.

Let's keep that phrase in mind, kiddies.

Her mother, who since the death of the king, her father, had nothing in the world.

She cared for so much as this little princess, she was so terribly

afraid of losing her that she quite spoiled her and never tried to correct any of her faults.

The consequence was that this little person who was as pretty as possible, and was one day

to wear a crown, grew up so proud and so much in love with her own beauty that

she despised everyone else in the world. The queen, her mother, by her caresses and flatteries,

helped to make her believe that there was nothing too good for her. She was dressed almost always

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