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Meanwhile, a young prince was traveling to
the festival. Thirsty, he stopped by the river for a
drink. He put his lips into the cold, rushing water,
and a beautiful slipper floated by.
“Pretty slipper, pretty lady?” he asked as he
grabbed the slipper.
“Pretty lady,” sang the birds flying above.
“I must find her,” he declared.
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