Our today’s tale is one of vegetables and princesses.

Yes! It’s the princess and the pea story!

Princess And The Pea Story
Bedtime Stories

Once upon a time, there was a very picky prince. His socks had to match his shirt, or he wouldn’t leave the castle.

And, he would only eat his peas if they were served with baby carrots and a side of ranch dressing and a pickle. Very particular.

His bed pillows had to be fluffed exactly six times each before he could even think about going to bed.

That little prince grew up and it was time for him to find a princess and get married.

But like always, he was very, very picky.

“No, too tall! Too short. Nostrils are too big.”

Do you prefer dogs or cats? Wrong!”

“I like hamsters.


What do you like on your pizza?” “Pineapple?! Ew!

Who do you like better? Spiderman or The Flash? My Little Pony?!”

“Wrong answer.”

Can you rub your tummy and pat your head at the same time?”

Next!” “Who does he think he is, a prince?

Well, actually, yes.

Then one night, a terrible thunderstorm was raging outside..

A girl who said she was a princess but was late because of the rainstorm and her shoe falling off in a puddle and her getting a
blister on a big toe…

Well, anyway, she came to the castle door.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry to bother you but it’s literally raining cats and dogs out there and I really must change into some dry clothes. Plus, the rain makes my hair like totally frizzy and I just can’t deal with that.”

But the prince liked her. Because he also didn’t like it when his hair got frizzy.

He told her to come in and he quickly asked her the important questions one needs to ask when they’re picking out a princess.

“What do you like better cats or dogs?” – Prince

“I prefer hamsters, haha.” – Princess

“What do you like on your pizza?” – Prince

“Nothing! That’ll ruin the pizza” – Princess

“Spiderman or The Flash?” – Prince

“Duh. Spiderman.” – Princess

And she could totally rub her tummy well padding ahead

“While standing on one foot! Wow!” – Prince

The prince really liked her, but he thought she was too good to be true. He just didn’t believe she was actually a real princess. He did what any good prince does when he doesn’t know what to do…

He asked his mom, the Queen. She did a quick check on Google. “Oh yes! The classic pea test.”

The Queen placed one tiny little green pea underneath the mattress in the guest bedroom. If she’s a real princess, then she’d feel the pea and wouldn’t be able to sleep.

Just to be really, extra, super-duper, 100%, positively, completely sure the Queen added another few mattresses and lots of soft feather mattress
toppers and out of habit, fluffed the pillows 6 times each.

That night, the princess could not sleep at all. Perhaps it was the rainstorm
outside, or maybe a bad dream, or maybe it was the pea!

The next morning when they gathered for breakfast, the young lady couldn’t stop yawning.

“How did you sleep my dear?” – Queen

“Well the room was lovely, and the pillows were like perfectly fluffed, but there was this huge bump like right in the middle of my back, it was terrible. I thought it was a huge rock, and it kept me tossing and turning all night. Well, I did some digging, and I found this. A pea!”

A pea, you say? I quite love peas.” – Prince

“Oh, so do I. But only with baby carrots and a little ranch dip on the side and maybe a pickle.” – Princess

Mom, it’s her! She’s the one. The perfect princess!” – Prince

The girl was not only a total princess, but she also turned out to have a mega-ton in common with the prince.

They were both very picky, but, they were very picky about all the same things so they had to get married.

Everyone at the wedding agreed they were a perfect pair! Well, not that kind of pear.

Anyway, they would just like peas and carrots. With the little ranch dip of course.

Kind of a fairytale ending don’t you think?

“But hey, don’t go away yet. We have much more for you!”

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