Fairy Tales of Oscar Wilde: The Birthday of the Infanta
997 APAP TEDR COMICS by PCRAIGTRUSSE Pus IT WAS THE BIRTHDAY OF THE INFANTA SHE WAS A TWELVE YEARS OF AGE AND THE GUN WAS SHINING RIGHTLY IN THE GARDENS OF THE PALACE ALTHOUGH SHE WAS A REAL PRINCESS AND A REALLY FINE AND THE INFANTA OF SPAIN SHE HAD DAY T CERTAINLY ONLY ONE BIRTHDAY EVEN YEAR JUST WAS THE TALL GARPFD LIKE THE CHILDREN CF CUITE POR TULIPS LOOKED DEF PEOPLE Co IT WAS NATURALLY A MATTER ANTLY ACROSS THE OF GREAT MPORTANCE TO THE WHOLE GRASS AT THE ROSES COUNTRY THAT SHE SHOULD HAVE A AND SAID REALLY FINE DAY FOR THE CCAGION e a ARE GUITE As SPLENDD AS YOU ARE NOW HME THE PURPLE BUTTERFLIES FLUTTERED ABOUT WITH GOLD DUHT ON THEIR WINOS THE LTTLE IZARDS CREPT OTCF THE CREVCES OF THE WALL AND LAY BASKING IN THE WHITE GLARE ANOTHE POWEGRANATES SALT AND CRACKED WITH THE HEAT AND SHONED THER BLEEDING RED
THE LITTLE RNCESS WALKED UP ANO DOWN THE TERRACE WITH HE COPAN ONG AND DANED HDE AND SEEK ROUND lesOE VAEES ON ORDINARYIH BUT HER BIRTHDAY WAS AN EXCEPTION DAYS SHE WAS ONLY ALLOWED TO PLAY WITH CHILDREN OF II HEROWN RANK THERE WAS A TATELY GRACE ABOUT THESE GLI SPANGH CHILDREN AS THEY GUIDED M ABOUT BUT THE INFANTA PLAYED WAS THE MOST GRACEFUL ALONE CF ALL AND THE MOST TASTEFULLY ATTIRED IO Two TINY SLIPPERS WITH BIG PNK ROSETTS PEEPEDCL BENEATH HER OREGS AG SHE THE WIDE PUFFEDGLEEVES OF HeR DRES WERE HEAVILY AEROIDERED WITH SILVER PINK AND PEARL WAG HER CREAT GAUZE FAN DO ANON HER HAR ta WHICH LIKE AN AUREOLE OF FADED GOLD GOOD OUT STIFFLY ROUNDLER DALF LITTLE
FROM A WINDOW IN THE PALACE THE SAD MELANCHOLY KING WATCHED THE BEHINO HIM STOOD BROTHER DON AND HIS CON FESSOR THE GRAND INQUS ITOR OFGRANADA WHOM HE HATED SADDER EVEN THAN USUAL WAS THE KING HADCOME FROM THE GAY COUNTRY OF FRANCE AND HAD WITHERED AWAY IN THE BRE SPLENDOUR OF THE SPANISH COLRT RR AS HE LOOKED AT THE INFANTA GUEEN BAHN HER FAN OTHER A WOEur AAA SHE PIED JUST SOGREAT HAD BEEN HIS LOVE FOR AFTER THE BIRTH OF HER CHILD HE HAD HEREMBALMED BY A MOORIGH PHYSICIAN AND HER BODY WAS STILL LYING IN THE BLACK MARBLE CHAPEL OF THE PALACE JUST AS THE MONKS HAD BORNE HER IN NEARLY TWELVE YEARS AGO ONCE AVERY MONTH THE KING WENT IN AND KNELT BY HERSIDE CALLING OUT M RAINA M 1 REINA AND GOME TIMES IN A WILD AGONY OF GRIEF HE WOULD TRY TO WAKE BY HIS MAD KISSEs THE COLD PAINTED
