The castle  had fallen, and the attackers poured in. The keep was soon on fire. Seeing it burn, the princess in the tower knew her parents had been slain. She opened the window and climbed on the windowsill. She waited until she heard footsteps on the staircase. Then she jumped.

The drunken student wrote two letters. The first, romantic and amorous, was to his sweetheart in the village. The second, ribald and shameless, to his mistress in the town. Through an oversight he never forgave himself for, he mixed them up, sending the wrong letter to the wrong girl.

Beautiful Emma fell asleep on the green grass. As she snored peacefully, a butterfly perched on her ear, and an ant crept up her thigh, and a tiny spider crawled on her big toe, and a ladybug sat comfortably on her bum. When Emma awoke, the minibeasts were gone.