There was once hunk of a prince who was a VIP in his land. He wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He cruised around the world to find one, and searched with a fine-toothed comb. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had no way of knowing if they were real princesses. When he went home again he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly. One evening there was a terrible storm thunder and lightning and the rain poured down. In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate, and the old King himself went to open it. The King was a flake because what King answers his own door. When he opened the door he said, " Huh, who is this at my door." It was a princess who was trying to get home when the storm caught her outdoors. She stood there with a blank look and said that she had rugged up before she went out, but she was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm. The water streamed out of her hair and her clothes, but she said that she was a real princess. Now the Queen had gone to a think tank to find out how do you tell if someone is a real princess. They told her what to do. She said, " Well we shall soon see if that is true." She bit her tongue and said nothing to the prince. She went into the bedroom, took all the bed clothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead, then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses. This was where the princess was to sleep that night. In the morning the Queen asked if there was any word on how the princess had slept. " Oh terribly bad!" said the princess. " I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. Those mattresses just couldn't cut it. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning . It is terrible!" At least they saw at once that she must be a real princess because when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds the mattresses couldn't stand up to the princesses demands. You see, nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin. So the prince married her, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it.