A beautiful young princess awoke on her day of birth. She knew that everyone from miles around would be here. They would all lay at her feet gifts befitting of her position. Royal dresses that took years to sew by hand, carefully crafted wooden jewelry boxes and gems that were strung together in such dedicate patterns that they would put Mother Nature to shame for not thinking of it herself.

She gathered together her clothes carefully matching her dark royal blue satin dress with light blue petticoats and a light blue ribbon for her hair. She took her time and tried to keep her giddiness down as she dressed.

When completed she went down to breakfast and walked in half expecting to be mobbed by loving statesmen and peasants. Her heart fell as no one seem to even lift their head to acknowledge her existence. There was no presents stacked up by her chair, and worse of all there was no banners proclaiming that today was a national holiday.

She turned and stormed out of the room and back to her royal suite locking the door behind her. This was too much for her delicate system. There was no way anyone could have forgotten about such a major event could there be?

"The nerve of them to forget me. How dare they shrug me off as if I was a lowly slave!" She cried.

She slumped down on her couch and stuck her head into one of the pillows. Her mood was now soured by the realization that no one cared for her any more. So she lay for the whole day. She ignored the birds chirping, the soft wind calling and mostly the repeated rapping on her door.

It was just after sunset when she found herself in a very dark room. She realize that hungry pains had finally overtaken her self pity. So she stumbled over to a desk and fumbled to find a candle and a tinderbox to light it with.

Her hair was a mess and her fine dress was now spotted with wrinkles. So she straighted her self up and went down to the dining room hoping that maybe she could get food from the kitchen beyond. However, on entering she saw a large amount of people milling around depressed and talked in low voices. She stood in the door unsure what was going on.

"The princess!" A person yelled from the back of the room.

"Happy birthday!" Everyone shouted.

The room brighten up suddenly as people approached to kiss her hand and to wish her a happy day of her birth. She felt suddenly embarrassed by her outburst in the morning. It had not crossed her mind that either she would be getting a surprise party or that preparations were being made after breakfast.

However, she covered her emotions and tried to fit in, but she could tell that the damage was already done. Some of the guests had already left and others were weary and tired of the wait, but they stayed on for a few hours out of respect.

The moral of the story is this:

Never be a pouting princess on your birthday or else you may be the party pooper for your own special event.