That night. Princess Carefree was lying weakly on the couch, being fed chicken soup by Mammy. Nearby, The Easy King and his three iron Heihei sat seated by his crib, looking at a rare treasure. In the crib lay a little girl with a story to tell. Her skin was wrinkled and sallow, like an old woman's. With the girl's chalk carving in the book? Fat, nom, nom? That's not even close.
