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In a far-off kingdom, nestled between rolling hills and vibrant meadows, there lived a princess. Her beauty was renowned throughout the land, but her heart was as cold as the winter's chill. She was selfish, snobbish, and cruel, caring little for the people who toiled and sweated to keep the kingdom prosperous.

One day, as the anniversary of her birth approached, the kind and warm-hearted farmers and craftsmen decided to celebrate their princess with gifts crafted by their own hands. They hoped their offerings might soften her heart and show her the love they had for their homeland and its ruler.

From every corner of the realm, they came. The blacksmiths with finely wrought ironwork, the bakers with loaves of golden bread, the weavers with fabrics as delicate as a summer breeze. Each one approached the palace with hope shining in their eyes.

As each gift was presented, the princess’s response was always the same: "Bah!" she scoffed, her nose wrinkling in disdain. The golden bread was too coarse, the ironwork too plain, and the fabrics too simple for her refined taste. One by one, she dismissed them all with a wave of her hand and a cruel laugh.

Among the last to present her gift was a humble goat herder, who carried with her a small bundle wrapped in cloth. She was, in truth, a good witch disguised as a common woman, her heart full of magic and wisdom. Inside the bundle was a wheel of the finest goat cheese, made from the milk of her beloved herd.

With a gentle smile, the goat herder offered her gift. "Your Highness, I bring you this cheese, made with care and devotion," she said.

The princess looked at the cheese with contempt. "Bah!" she cried, louder than before. "Take this wretched thing away from me!"

In that moment, the witch revealed her true form. Her eyes sparkled with ancient power as she raised her hands. "You, Princess, have shown nothing but cruelty and arrogance to those who honor you with their labor and love. Now, you shall learn humility in a form befitting your disdain."

With a wave of her hand, a magical light enveloped the princess. She felt herself shrinking, her limbs transforming, until she stood on four legs, covered in coarse fur. She had been transformed into a goat.

The palace was thrown into chaos. The courtiers gasped and recoiled in horror, but the witch simply vanished, leaving the once-proud princess to bleat helplessly in the grand hall. Word of the princess's transformation spread quickly through the kingdom. A portrait painter, whom the princess had insulted all day, made haste in capturing her new form on canvas. The portrait was copied and distributed far and wide, and soon everyone knew her as "Princesse Chèvre."

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Princesse Chèvre roamed the palace grounds, humbled and forlorn. She began to see the world from a new perspective, understanding the toil and hardship of the common folk. Her heart, once icy and cruel, began to thaw. She learned to appreciate the beauty in simple things and the kindness in others.

One day, the goat herder returned to the palace, once again disguised as a humble woman. She found Princesse Chèvre and spoke to her softly. "Have you learned your lesson, dear princess?" she asked.

The goat nodded, her eyes filled with regret and newfound wisdom. The witch smiled and, with a wave of her hand, transformed the goat back into the princess. The princess fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you," she whispered. "I have been so blind. I see now the error of my ways."

From that day forward, the prince

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