Ivana’s parents, Ivan and Svetlana, were the poorest egg farmers in Polentia. They had but two hens, and the red one hadn’t laid in over a year. But Ivana was always happy. “Someday, I am going to be a princess,” she would say.
“What prince would marry you?” they asked.
“Oh, I’m not going to get married,” she would reply. “I’m going to be a princess on my own merits.” Continue reading →