The prizely Princessetta lived on a lullaby’s wing where every child’s laughter was crowned and petaled with garlands of the immortal Goldiola.

Sung out lively to the great magical animal, little voices could swoop to life like the multitudes of a very merry buccaneer tethered to the North Star.

Sped from on high, arcing along all cardinal lines of passage, rescue from the ordinary would come as if…