The Very Smart Pea and the Princess-to-be
The author and the publishers would like to thank the Reader’s Digest Association, Ltd., for permission to reprint an extract from the Encyclopedia of Garden Plants and Flowers © 1997.
THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF
Copyright © 2003 by Mini Grey
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Published in Great Britain in 2003 as The Pea and the Princess by Jonathan Cape,
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Grey, Mini.
The very smart pea and the princess-to-be / by Mini Grey.
p. cm.
summary: The pea gives its own version of what happened in the fairy tale “The Princess and the Pea,”
from the time of its birth in the Palace Garden until it helps arrange a royal marriage.-
eISBN: 978-0-375-98376-4
[1. Peas—Fiction. 2. Princesses—Fiction.] I. Title.
v3.1
To my mum, Ella Grey, and my dad, Peter Grey
Many thanks to KIM for consenting to a guest appearance.
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Copyright
First Page
About the Author
Many years ago, I was born in the Palace Garden, among rows of carrots and beets and cabbages.
I nestled snugly in a velvety pod with my brothers and sisters. I felt a tingle. I knew that somehow I would be important.
The time came for us to go to the Palace Kitchen. We were shelled and put in a bowl. We were going to be part of a New Recipe.
Then, suddenly, I was picked from the pile! I was put in a little box, with soft tissue to protect me from bruising. And I was taken by the Queen.
At this point in my story, I’m going to have to give you some background information. Let’s start with the Queen.
A year earlier, before I even started to grow on my pea plant, the Queen had been nagging her son. “You are nearly thirty-four years old, Prince!” she said. “It really is high time you married. The Public expects it. Your Kingdom demands it. And if you are not married within one year, I shall stop your allowance.”
The Prince got quite a large allowance, and he really didn’t want it to be taken away.
“I’ll start looking for a bride immediately, Mother,” he answered.
And the search began.
The Prince traveled the Known World. He met princesses of all shapes and sizes, with a wide range of hobbies and interests.
But none of them seemed like a Real Princess.
Somehow they were not right for him.
After a year’s search, the Prince returned home, feeling glum. “THAT’S ENOUGH!” shouted the Queen. She stormed off to the Palace Kitchen. She came back with me. In my little box. “Now,” said the Queen, “listen carefully. This is something only queens know.
“A Real Princess will be able to feel this little pea as she sleeps, even if she is sleeping on top of twenty mattresses and feather beds. And you are going to marry the first girl who can feel this pea!”
Months passed. I spent most nights in the darkness under a pile of twenty mattresses and feather beds and a princess.
In the morning, the Queen would ask,
“And how did you sleep, my dear?”
The princesses had been properly brought up. They always answered politely:
“Like a log, thank you, Ma’am,” or “Like a baby, thank you, Ma’am,”
and they all said: “WHAT a comfortable bed!”
They were, as I said, all very polite princesses.
“The Prince will never find his princess at this rate,” I thought to myself. “I must help. Somehow.”
One night, a furious storm raged.
Rain lashed the Palace. Thunderclaps shook the walls. Lightning flashed through the window panes.
There was a little knock on the Palace door.
A small, wet person stood on the doormat.
“Could THIS be the Real Princess?” gasped the Queen.
Before she could say a word, the small, wet person was put to bed on top of the twenty mattresses and feather beds. With me, of course, underneath. In the darkness under the mattresses, I recognized the soft snoring. It was my gardener!
“I must help,” I thought. I tried jiggling and wriggling. The snoring continued quietly. “I must do something!” I thought. I inched my way to the edge. And then I started to climb. Slowly I struggled to the top of the towering pile.
I softly rolled across the pillow, right to the girl’s ear. “There is something Large and Round and very Uncomfortable in the bed under you,” I whispered.
And while she slept, I told her about the Large Round Uncomfortable thing for three hours.
In the morning, the Queen asked the girl how she had slept.
“Oh, it was awful!” she sighed.
“Something Large and Round and Uncomfortable was bothering me all night.”
The Queen was delighted to hear this.
The wedding was lovely.
The Queen was interested to meet the new Princess’s parents. And I’m sure they will all live together happily ever after.
And as for me? I became a Very Important Artifact. And I now have my own glass case. I am On Display.
And if you visit the right museum and look in the right place, you may chance to see me.
studied art and then worked as a theater designer and elementary school teacher before devoting full time to writing and illustrating picture books. Some of her many awards include the Kate Greenaway Medal for The Adventures of the Dish and the Spoon and the Boston Globe–Horn Book Picture Book Award for Traction Man Is Here! She lives in Oxford, England, with her partner, Tony, their son, Herbie, and her cat, Bonzetta.
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