Was told I couldn't tell you this story, but I'm just so envious I must talk, so ...
A long time ago, in a far away land, an old man died in a certain little village, leaving a small house on a valuable piece of real estate that his daughter-and-heir decided to sell.
However, first the house had to be knocked down, so the daughter decided to give away all the house contents before the demolition, and, to this end, told the local monastery to come around to help themselves to whatever they wanted.
However, although the monks dropped by, they only took the bar-fridge, so the daughter asked A Fairytale Princess to also drop by to help herself.
Our Fairytale Princess already had a collection of valuable Chinese antique furniture and thus knew the market ... and the instant she walked through that door she knew she'd hit paydirt: a little house full of the most amazingly beautiful Qing furniture, all exquisitely carved teak with interesting shapes and lines.
She instantly hired men to pick the stuff up on Wednesday.
But there's more: the old man had nearly two hundred huge and healthy potplants which were very stressed by the lack of attention they've been getting, so very absolutely they needed a continuance of the looking-after-and-loving the old man had so obviously given them, yes?
And so, since Our Fairytale Princess adored tending to pot-plants and had a courtyard and roof-garden to fill, those were also earmarked for collection. And the fact that all the pots were also old and exquisite? Quite beside the point! This was all about the plants!
You envious too? Boy, aren't fairytale characters lucky. However, our Fairytale Princess will have to throw out several of her existing antique pieces since she now has far better ones to replace them, so I guess I could put myself in line for those!
And we'll all live happily ever after.
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