Once upoun a time a beautiful princess was turned into a beggar by her wicked maid and thrown out of her castle.

As she stumbled around in the forest, unused to walking for long periods at a time, she spotted the spires of a tall golden building rising up just above the throny tree tops.

She made her way gladly toward the building, and after an hour, she finally arrived at its foot (shows how tall the building was.) Why, the building was actually another castle, though many times bigger than her own.

``Surely'', she thought, ``the master of this vast and wonderous castle will be completely willing to take me in. After all, he must be more than rich enough to house a thousand beggars comfatably.''

The princess made her way toward the gigantic wooden doors ... and knocked.

``Is anyone in?'' she called. ``Excuse me, is anyone in?''

``WHO CALLETH?'' a mighty voice thundered back.

The princess felt the ground tremble beneath her feet. The great double swung open, just missing the now-rather-frightened princess.

There was a silence.

The princess, longing for a place to rest and eat, ventured in. She stood in stunned amazement. What a gorgeously luxurious room lay out before her!

She called out gratefully, ``Why thank you, thank you so much!''

However, no one answered. She called and called, and searched the house for her kind host, but never saw anyone besides the friendly birds and insects.

The princess settled down in the house, living a comfortable life as the food and clothes were magically renewed, and years later, died, taking the magical tale with her.

Then, centuries later, some insignificant soul, probably a lonely traveller, came across the great golden castle, entered it, and found a beautiful hand-written diary lying on a table in one of the bedrooms.

In it was this story, transalated and passed down to generations of story-loving village people, till it appears today in front of you.