I was riding through the forest one day when I heard strange birds singing. I had never heard such a tiny, sweet song. What sort of creature could possibly be making that sweet spray of sound? Perhaps it wasn’t even a bird. Perhaps it was a flower….

I came close to the place, tied my horse to a tree, and followed the sound to a girl who was chopping wood. She was wearing a wreath of pink rose-buds, and the wreath was singing! I stood under the shelter for some time before I gathered the courage to approach her.

Hat in hand, I stepped up to her and I said, “Fair maiden, who are you and where did you get that wreath of singing roses?”

The Prince Who Meets a Girl Wearing a Wreath in The Enchanted Wreath, Orange Fairy Book. Illustration by H.J. Ford.

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