Once upon a time, there was the Paper King.
He had a sheaf of daughters, all very pretty and white. He had so many of them that he just named them One, Two, Three, and so on. His favourite was the youngest, whom he called Theend.
One day, their old yellowed and crinkled aunt took the Paper King to task.
“Aren’t you going to get your daughters married? It’s about time. I can see the first one growing almost as yellow and crinkly as me! Do something before it’s too late!”
The Paper King was upset that his nap was disrupted so rudely – his back hurt all the time and he could barely stand straight by himself. However, he did see the point his sister was trying to make. He sent out all the pages to announce the search for suitable grooms.
The first groom to arrive was the Paintbrush. He was very proud of his thick hair, and his vibrant colours.
“Call me the Camel”, he said, preening vainly.
Princess One fell head over heels in love with him.
“Oooh! I love the way his hair tickles me all over!” she cooed.
The Paintbrush insisted that he give her a makeover, and dressed her in his family colours before the wedding. Princess One made no protest that she had to change so completely to marry him.
The second groom to arrive was Crayola the Crayon.
He was a flaky chap – on first sight, he appeared very sharp and handsome, but as you got to know him, you realized he was quite blunt and boring. His behaviour was rather patchy, but Princess Two was completely taken by him.
“Ooooh! I love the way he rubs me all over!” she cooed.
The Crayon too lost no time in given Princess Two a complete makeover, but she did not protest a bit.
The next to arrive was Prince Parker the Pen. He was very smartly dressed in a blue and silver armor, and had a very sharp nose. Princess Three was completely bowled over by him.
“Ooooh! I love the way he teases me all over!” she cooed.
Prince Parker then insisted that Princess Three change according to his whims, and she did not protest.
Theend watched all her sisters getting married thus, changing so drastically that they no longer remained what they were earlier.
“What about you, my child?”, the Paper King asked her fondly.
“My time has not yet come, Papa”, she replied cheerfully.
She waited by her window everyday, seeking the one she would marry.
Finally, the Pencil, came along. He was a brave and cheerful fellow, who soldiered on inspite of having to carry a burden as heavy as lead. He was dressed in red and black, and went by the name of common name of Nataraj.
“Papa, this is the one I wish to marry!” Theend declared.
“Him?” The Paper King was taken aback.
“But why, you could have anyone you pleased?
”“Papa, I love him because he will let me be myself!”
The Paper King had no choice but to consent.
Theend and Nataraj were married and they lived to a ripe old age, till they both disintegrated.