“Sounds promising,” he said. “Let's see how it turns out.”
And he put his arm around Momo and began: “Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Momo,
who dressed in silk and satin and lived high above the world on a snow-clad mountain-top, in a palace built of stained glass.
She had everything her heart could desire. Nothing but the choicest food and wine ever passed her lips.
She reclined on silken cushions and sat on ivory chairs. She had everything, as I say, but she was all alone.
All the people and things around her - her footmen and ladies-in-waiting, her dogs and cats and birds, even her flowers - were merely reflections.
The fact was, Princess Momo had a magic mirror, big and round and made of the finest silver.
Every day and every night she used to send it out into the world, and the big round mirror soared over land and sea, town and countryside.
People who saw it weren't a bit surprised. All they ever said was, 'Ah, there's the moon.'
Well, every time the magic mirror came back to the princess it would empty out the reflections it had collected on its travels,
beautiful and ugly, interesting and dull, as the case might be.
The princess picked out the ones she liked best. The others she simply threw into a stream,
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