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Just moving my piece from the old room to the new. Here it is again:

A Fairy Tale

One rainy day in... Well no, it wasn't raining, but it might be much more interesting if it was, although, on the other hand, sunlight can also have its own devastating effects, A.K.A. skin cancer. Huh. Here, compromise: it was partly cloudy with a fifty percent chance of it raining, a fifty percent chance of it not raining, and a twenty-five percent chance of alien abduction.

On a partly cloudy day in the land of... of... of? Let's see, Italy? No.. Utah? Nay. Turkey? No, I'm more of a chicken man myself. Okay, The land of ltalkey.

It was a partly cloudy day in the land of ltalkey when a prince whose name was... was, oh yeah, Was.

It was a partly cloudy day in the land of Italkey when a prince whose name was Was was walking through the castle market, trying to get an idea of which stocks and bonds to buy next. The latest information suggested that the best stock was cattle, and the best bond was super glue. After finding this information useless, (because he was rich already) and pondering the mysteries of the universe (taking a nap), Was was quite
hungry. He walked down the street, past the Goldie Locksmiths, Rumpled Silk Skin Tanning Salon, and Little Red Riding Cars, to the Three Little Pork Chops Diner where he ordered himself a stick house special with a side of peas.

All was fine until a fight broke out between a couple of kids and an old lady, something to do with a gingerbread house. During the confusion the table was knocked over spilling the prince's food everywhere. At this moment, unnoticed, a pea found its way into the prince's shoe. After the children beat up the old lady and stole her purse, the Prince left toward the castle to retire for the evening.

Upon reaching his royal bed chamber the prince kicked his shoe off his foot and across the room, the pea, amazingly, landing between the mattresses of Was's bed, again unnoticed. The prince lay down, but was unable to sleep. Was was still awake
when morning came. After a couple of days, he began trying everything to get to sleep. He counted Little Bo Peep's sheep, plus Mary's little lamb. He then hired Little Boy Blue and the Pied Piper to lullaby him in a duet. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't get Was to sleep again. After loosing hope, Was sunk to the level of watching countless infomercials, brainwashing him into buying countless exercise
machines and can-cutting knives. This only made the prince more desperate to find a solution, and to develop that firm six-pack he had always wanted.

All this time the maid that made the prince's bed never bothered to lift the mattress to tuck the sheets, thus never noticing the pea.
After a week without sleep, which can be very devastating to one's morning disposition, the prince sent out a decree requesting help, to all comers of the kingdom. Many sleep doctors answered the call, but none could come up with a solution. After the attempts failed, the king called for witch doctors, chiropractors, and even Dr. Phil. All of these attempts proved to be about as effective as a kamikaze pilot's helmet. In the end, the prince went back to his room and banged his head against the bedpost.

At that very moment, the pea was dislodged from its position in the mattress and fell to the floor. This time Was noticed the pea. He lifted it from the floor and jumped with great enthusiasm, then instantly collapsed onto the bed and slept for three days.

After awaking, the prince released a notice to the public announcing the finding of the pea in the royal mattress. Unfortunately, the royal printer misread the note and printed that "pee" was found in the prince's mattress. This, of course, embarrassed the prince to the point that he retired to his bedchamber never to return. Well, never to return until he developed that six pack anyway. After several months, the prince left the castle and lived happily ever after, being able to beat the tar out of anyone who looked at him funny.
The moral of this story is, of course: "Make your own bed," or "If you want something printed right, print it yourself."

That's funny! rofl It should have taken place in Utah though, except not really. stare I love all the word play. I do have one suggestion, if you don't like constructive criticism then you can stop reading now. You're story breaks the rule of show don't tell, which isn't always necesarily a bad thing, but you're story doesn't even have any descriptions. I can't visualise it at all.

*laughs* I love the ending. You can't change it.