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            <description><![CDATA[No, it's not Friday. It's Judgment Day. A kingdom of wisdom, where its people lived in peace and happiness for many years. One day, the king announced a grand competition: a contest to find a husband for the princess. The whole kingdom prepared for the competition, with rule : “Every participant must come dressed as a plant.” No one asked why; they called it "tradition." The Day of the Contest When the palace gates opened, three young men walked in proudly: 1. One dressed as a tree, with bran...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>No, it's not Friday. </strong></p><p><strong>It's Judgment Day.</strong></p><p>A kingdom of wisdom, where its people lived in peace and happiness for many years.</p><p>One day, the king announced a grand competition: a contest to find a husband for  the princess.</p><p>The whole kingdom prepared for the competition, with rule :</p><p><strong><em>“Every participant must come dressed as a plant.”</em></strong></p><p>No one asked why; they called it "tradition."</p><p><strong>The Day of the Contest</strong></p><p>When the palace gates opened, three young men walked in proudly:</p><p>1. One dressed as a tree, with branches sticking out from his sleeves.</p><p>2. One as a giant broccoli, green from head to toe.</p><p>3. And the last one as a shiny, perfectly round tomato.</p><p>They entered the royal hall confidently—until the king coughed and said:</p><p><strong><em>“Ah, small update.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>The Princess you’ll be competing for is… my eldest sister.”</em></strong></p><p>An old woman with a wooden cane shuffled out, smiling with the few teeth she had left.</p><p>Too late to realize, they forget that the king wasn't even married yet. The one and only princess is was the daughter of the last king, known as the "Forgotten Princess".</p><p><strong>The First Contestant</strong></p><p>The tree stepped forward first.</p><p>She leaned in… examined him closely…</p><p>And waved him away.</p><p><strong><em>“No. I’m allergic to pollen.”</em></strong></p><p>The tree immediately sighed in relief.</p><p>******</p><p><strong>The Second Contestant</strong></p><p>The princess then turned to the broccoli.</p><p>She didn’t even think.</p><p><strong><em>"Yes! Perfect! This one! "</em></strong></p><p>Tomato Boy was already mentally packing his things to go home and cry into a salad.</p><p>But the king, being wise and naturally curious, asked:</p><p><strong><em>“Sister, why so quickly? You haven’t even look the last one.”</em></strong></p><p>The Princess lift her chin proudly.</p><p><strong><em>" Im vegan now ."</em></strong></p><p>Hearing this, Tomato Boy felt as if the universe had just given him a second chance at life. He took a deep breath and whispered:</p><p><strong><em>“Thanks God, I’m fruit…”</em></strong></p><br>]]></content:encoded>
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