"Mama!" cried a young girl with auburn pigtails tied up in bright ribbons, climbing up into a beautiful young woman's lap. "Will you tell me a bedtime story?"

The woman smiled brightly and hugged the child lovingly. "What story do you want to hear?"

"A love story! One with a handsome prince and a beautiful princess! And a big wedding at the end!"

Her mother was silent for a long moment.

At last, she said, "I happen to know a story with several handsome, kind young princes, but there are no real princesses in the story…just stubborn young women. Do you still want to hear the story?"

The little girl bit her lip in deep thought. "Does…does it at least have a happily ever after at the end?"

"So far."

"Is it a good story?"

"I don't know I've never told this story to anyone."

"Oooh!" the child squealed. "A new story! Tell me, tell me!"

"Okay, okay," the mother chuckled. "Here goes:

Once upon a recent time, not so very long ago according to grownups, but quite long ago by the standards of little girls, there was a great and wise warrior named Splinter.

Splinter was the king of a great country called Rosacaea, and for years and years he ruled the country fairly.

But he was getting on in years and had no family of his own… so he began to pray that he would find an heir suitable enough to train as the next king.

But as you know…the gods don't always answer our prayers how we would like them to.

King Splinter was about to be strongly reminded of this.

I know it's short but give this a quick review.