Preface
Once upon a time, in the great green forest of the north, lived the most world-famous-est princesses of all: The Pinecone Princesses. Their father, King Delighted-daily, loved them a lot. A whole lot! And He had specially planted and sheltered them there that they might grow up stately and strong in the very shadows of the great pines that had grown up before them.
Their father, the King, was the most wise-est, and the most smart-est, and the most brilliant-est, of all kings. And in all the decisions He made regarding them, He had a purpose and a destiny for each one.
All of the girls were the apples of their father’s eye and He delighted himself by laughing, and dancing, and singing with them. On all of their adventures, and everywhere they went, He led the way. He had very kingly, and important, and serious things to do, of course, but He thought his most kingly-est and important-est and serious-est thing to do was to keep them safely in His care on all of their great quests.
There was Princess Clair - the scientist. She was the smart-est of all the princesses - she took after her father, the King - and she was the tall-est, also. She had lovely brown curly-ish hair, and golden-ish spectacles that carefully stood guard over her shy blue eyes. She was in charge of all the most scientific-ist things and important-est experiments. She concocted the most mysterious-est of contraptions, and created the most gorgeous-est of crowns. And - of course - she was in charge of the cooking!
Her sister, the minuscule Princess B, was short. And little. And small. And tiny. And short. But she was the twirling-est, leaping-est, pirouetting-est ballerina that was ever seen in a tutu! Sometimes she braided her long dark flowing casca-scading hair and they would use it for a jump rope. She was in charge of all kinds of things, and all sorts of things, and a variety of things. Short things. And little things. And small things. And tiny things. And short things. And - the most important “and” of all - she had the most great-est and famous-est of all freckles!
Then there was Princess Ellen - the opera singer. Although she wore the most beautiful-est crown, she really didn’t need to, because her short red hair poked straight up into the air like little flames dancing on her head! Everywhere she went, people would say:
Look at that lovely spikey red crown on her head! She must be a princess!
Or,
Is that girl on fire?
She sang as she played, and bounced, and jumped, and ran, and skipped, and laughed in the shade and the cool of the woods. All of the birds gathered around and flew great circles above her. In fact, they followed her wherever she went. (That was kind of scary, to tell you the truth!)
To be more than perfectly honest, there are so many Pinecone Princesses, that it is impossible to mention all of their names in one story. In fact, there’s not even enough paper in the world! But since all stories have to start somewhere, we will content ourselves to start with these three and perhaps add others as the stories unfold.
