Once upon a time, in a land far away, in a place time has forgotten and the sea has since covered, there lived a king who had a beautiful little girl. So beautiful was she that people came from everywhere to see her golden locks of hair and her mesmerizing smile.
Being the only child and as beautiful as the red velvet rose, the little girl became quite a spoiled princess. Sometimes in her desire to play in the forest and meadows magic mushroom grow kit, she foolishly disregarded her parents instructions. In this mystical meadow the birds and bees could actually talk. The animals would frolic fearlessly rolling in the warm green grass. All of nature could speak, tease and bewitch for they have no fear at all. The big black bears and the big mountain cats were as friendly as could be never thinking once about hurting anyone. Too busy with the joys of the day and talking with butterflies, the beautiful princess lost something of great value.
And so it happened, as it often does, that on this one particular day the princess lost her magical smile. She searched high and low for her beloved smile but she could not find it. The smile that brightened everyone’s life was gone and she had no idea where it had gone. Her cheeks forgot how to do anything but frown. Her lips once filled with laughter pooched out in sadness and upon her little forehead wrinkles began to appear. Her beautiful blue eyes lost their sparkle and her heart grew heavy with sadness. Even her tummy felt sick for she had no desire to frolic anymore.
“How could I be so absent-minded?” she asked with a sigh? “I don’t know!” exclaimed the long-eared rabbit who had been her playmate for a very long time. We can’t just give up. We will call for a meeting in the meadow and everyone will search until we find your royal smile.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Nowhere was her smile to be found. She quickly became aware of the great value of a smile. The butterflies smiled at the birds and the bees. The rabbit’s laughter sounded throughout the meadow but no laughter came from the little princess. So it was that this land once filled with joy now longed for the smile of the little girl. So the search continued day and night for her lost treasure.
One afternoon as she was wandering through the forest she came upon a large tree that had fallen down. Its trunk and roots were exposed making a nice seat for anyone passing by. Feeling tired, she climbed upon the huge trunk to rest her weary feet. She sat there wandering what would become of her now. She had carelessly lost that which cannot be found. Just then, as if from nowhere, there came a strange little voice. “I’m sorry to bother you. You look so sad. Is there something I can do to help you?” The voice above her head asked. It seemed to be kind and caring but so absorbed in her grief; she did not even bother to look to see who was talking to her. “You can’t help me! No one can help me!” She snapped angrily. “I want my smile back because I am so ugly without it. Just look at me!” She groaned as her hands searched her small solemn face.