Natboff! One Million Years of Stupidity. Andy Stanton
THESE SIGNS ONE OF THESE DAYS, YOUNG LADY, IN FACT I BET YOU’RE NOT EVEN READING THIS ONE RIGHT NOW, ARE YOU?
‘No, I’m not,’ said Princess Snowflake, which was true, because she wasn’t.
Presently a deer bounded by with a big ‘D’ painted on its side. Then another one with an ‘A’. Then another, with an ‘N’. Then another, with a ‘G’. Then another, with an ‘E’. And then one more, with an ‘R’ painted on its side.
‘Oh, how adorable,’ laughed Princess Snowflake, clapping her hands together, one, two, three! ‘Those letters must be the initials of each deer’s name! I bet they are called Daniel, Arthur, Neil, Georgina, Eleanor and Rum-Pum-Pum! Rum-Pum-Pum is my favourite!’
While Princess Snowflake had been sitting on the bench, she had let Gooseberry off his leash so that he could go and do his business in the bushes. (Gooseberry ran a small and very profitable furniture business in the undergrowth, selling small tables and chairs and suchlike to the other animals. Chomley the hedgehog was one of his best customers.)
‘Gooseberry!’ called Princess Snowflake at length. ‘Finish up your business and come and walk with me some more, there’s a good doggie!’
But no, there wasn’t a good doggie, because Gooseberry did not come rushing out of the bushes as he normally did, barking and smiling and with dozens of silver coins spilling from his mouth. Gooseberry was nowhere to be seen, and for the first time in her young life, Princess Snowflake knew what it was to feel fear. For the first time, she began to wish that she had listened to the witches. How long had Gooseberry been gone? Ten minutes? An hour? Even as Princess Snowflake rose from the bench to search for him, the day darkened and a cold, crisp flurry of snow began to fall. And as the snow fell, it sang:
Whisper, whisper so,
The wind and the snow
The Gypsy King
And his golden ring
Woe, woe, woe!
Whisper, whisper so,
The frostbite on your toe
The Gypsy King
Will only bring
Woe, woe, woe!
Whisper, whisper so,
The frozen ground below
The Gypsy King
In the fairy ring
Woe, woe, woe!
‘What do you mean by this sinister and quite catchy rhyme?’ pleaded Princess Snowflake – but the snow would say no more.
For a moment the world stood still.
And then, suddenly, the Gypsy King jumped out from behind a tree. He was strong, with rippling muscles, and he wore hundreds of gold rings on his fingers, and he had proud boots. And in his huge cruel hands he held Princess Snowflake’s darling companion, Gooseberry.
‘I’ve done it again,’ laughed the Gypsy King. ‘All the legends about me were true, I live in the gardens and I snatch up spaniels and do what I like.’
‘I hate you,’ said Princess Snowflake, throwing herself to the ground and weeping hot, bitter tears that melted the snow all around her. ‘What do you want with Gooseberry? He is only a spaniel and part-time furniture salesman! But he means more to me than all my riches put together! Please, please! I will give you all the land of the town – from the Lamonic River to Boaster’s Hill! From the Stone Table to the Forest of Runtus! From the meanest hovel to the Winter Palace itself – it will all be yours, if you will only return Gooseberry to me, you unbearable devil!’
But the Gypsy King merely laughed and put Gooseberry’s face to his lips. Then he kissed Gooseberry’s little face, once, twice, three times! And all at once Gooseberry was gone. But around the Gypsy King’s neck hung a chain that hadn’t been there a moment before. From the chain dangled a single glass bead, and inside the glass bead, tiny as a fingernail, was poor Gooseberry.
‘That was a bit uncalled-for,’ said Princess Snowflake indignantly.
But the Gypsy King merely threw back his head and laughed once more.
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Actually the Gypsy King laughed quite a lot more than that, I only wrote a tiny bit of it. All told, he stood there laughing for over six hours, and Princess Snowflake could do nothing but look on helplessly, because she kept thinking, Surely it’s got to end soon, no one can laugh for this long, I’ll say something to him in a minute. When he’s stopped laughing. But it just went on and on.
Eventually, just as Princess Snowflake had made up her mind that enough was enough and she was about to tell him off for laughing so much and wasting paper, the Gypsy King turned, his cloak sweeping out behind him – and in a flash he had vanished, just as if he had never been there at all.
Poor Princess Snowflake. She was so distraught that as soon as she got back to the Winter Palace, she took to her icy bed and lay there with her face buried in the pillow, and none of the kindly old witches could rouse her. All that evening they knocked upon her chamber door, singing:
Let us in, let us in
Princess, dearie, let us in
For tho’ this life is full of sin
And trouble,