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Life Itself Is The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale.

Now, If We Only Had As Many Casks Of Butter As There Are People Here, Then I Would Eat Lots Of Butter!

Everything You Look At Can Become A Fairy Tale And You Can Get A Story From Everything You Touch.

Every Step You Take Will Feel As If You Were Treading Upon Knife Blades So Sharp That Blood Must Flow. I Am Willing To Help You, But Are You Willing To Suffer All This?" "yes," The Little Mermaid Said In A Trembling Voice, As She Thought Of The Prince And Of Gaining A Human Soul.

Sharp Knives Seemed To Cut Her Delicate Feet, Yet She Hardly Felt Them, So Deep Was The Pain In Her Heart. She Could Not Forget That This Was The Last Night She Would Ever See The One For Whom She Had Left Her Home And Family, Had Given Up Her Beautiful Voice, And Had Day By Day Endured Unending Torment, Of Which He Knew Nothing At All. An Eternal Night Awaited Her.