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There once was a beautiful prince who lived in a very rundown palace. He was cursed by his own illegitimate daughter as soon as she learned to talk. It was his step-mother who salted Spoons vocabulary. Yes, that was the princeletesses name, Spoons Forkington, but he never let anyone use it. "Your Royal Handsomeness," he generally preferred. The servants were not allowed to set the table with any spoons, because of the confusion that would inevitably ensue. They never learned, and neither did she how to use 'naught but a knife. Sandwiches were popular item for breakfast, second breakfast, lunch & dinner, but everyone hated them - even the whiny mongrels that begged at the back door for scraps turned their noses up at them now. How was a beautiful, charming man such as himself
