“There was once a miller who had a smart daughter. Sophia, an only child, adored her parents and they both loved her to the moon and back. From a young age, Sophia showed wisdom, but strangely enough her father often courted folly. He would make up all sorts of stories. Sometimes he did so to give himself an air of importance. Often he would confuse his dreams with reality. Most of the time, he made up stories because he was bored. As he milled grains, his mind would spin tales.

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Sophia was wise, and she was also brave. And yet, as she sat in the chamber all by herself, she became more and more distressed, until she began to weep. She realised that through no fault of her own, she may lose her young life. The crying made her feel a bit better, but she also knew that neither tears nor anger at her father would help. So she quickly sent a message to the king …”