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Once upon a time there was beautiful young princess whose most prized possession was a beautiful wig of golden blonde hair. The princess’s natural hair was the shade of a really delicious chocolate candy bar but as she did not like chocolate, she was a most unusual princess indeed, she preferred to wear the golden blonde wig.

It chanced one day that as the princess was examining her wig she noticed a few tangles and in attempting to untangle the tangles, the wig simply became more tangled and then it started becoming completely disarranged. The princess, who was on the point of being deranged, finally called for aid and the best of the wig makers and hair dresses quickly tried to return the wig to it’s former glory, but to no avail. The tangles simply became worse. The princess was heart broken for no other wig in the land was as beautiful and as golden blonde as that wig had been and since she refused to wear an inferior wig, she simply did not wear any wig at all.

Now, the king, who was rather worried about his daughter, for she was in quite a distraught frame of mind, decided to make a decree. So a decree he made then he told his daughter about it and instead of going into raptures of delight when he told her that he had just made a decree stating that brunette hair was the fairest in the land she burst into tears of despair stating that when she had her wig back she wouldn’t have the fairest hair any more and how could he do such a thing to her?

The king departed hastily feeling that the logic that went on in the female mind was entirely beyond his comprehension, and I think he was right. But finally a solution to the problem was reached for into town one day came a clever unmarried young man. On noticing the princess at a distance he did not immediately fall head over heals in love with her, no it took him about thirty-two seconds to accomplish that feat. Hearing about the state of the princess’s wig he decided that the best way to win her favor, was to fix her wig, or make her happy about her present hair.

Now in a previous adventure of the young man’s he had been in the land of Glass where Cinderella’s slippers had been manufactured and while there he had been given a hairbrush of a strange design as a reward for being in the land for a full hour without breaking anything. Despite the fact that it was not exactly magical, it looked very attractive and being a clever young man he decided to come up with a brilliant plan to win the princess.

By the time he had walked over to where the princess was and stammered hello and she looked at him with sorrowful eyes he had come up with four mediocre plans and about ten plans which were doomed failures and two or three which boardered on insanity, but he hadn’t thought of a really brilliant plan.

As he knew he had to say something he held up the hairbrush. It’s many facets caught the light as he held it up and the princess instantly noticed it. Seeing that she expected him to say something he decided to speak and hope that he said the right thing.

“This Hairbrush,” he began and then paused, though dramitcally, waiting for inspiration.

“Yes?” said the princess eagerly.

“This Hairbrush,” he repeated and then paused again.

“That Hairbrush?” the princess said, thinking that she said the wrong thing before.

“Yes, This Hairbrush.” And he paused again, still unsure of his next words.

The princess said nothing as she sat and hoped that he could say more than “This Hairbrush”

Finally inspiration struck him as he gazed upon the beautiful brunette hair of the princess and thought of the delights of eating slice after slice of rich chocolate cake, “This Hairbrush has the power to make any hair it brushes dazzlingly beautiful!” he said with a dramitc finish, then just before the princess could say anything he continued, “It is my pleasure to present it to your royal highness, and” here he paused again while she took the hair brush and immediately began using it after the manner of hairbrushes while waiting for him to continue. After some time of his not she said,

“And?”

“And, I hope you will honor me with your hand in marriage.” He finished.

Now before the princess could answer the king, who had observed the entire conversation and now saw an opportunity to have his share in it, stepped forward.