So once upon a time these philosophers were having a philosophical discussion-party. It was all pretty awesome, with flowers and baby animals, only they forgot to invite Ayn.
Poor Ayn. Forever alone.
Well, she thought it was absurd for them to even think of having a philosophical discussion party without HER! She was pretty angry, so naturally, she got out her Staff of Rage and Moonlight.
(It makes sense in context. There's a long story behind that Staff. Just go with it.)
Ayn went and crashed the party with her Staff of Rage and Moonlight. She said to the philosophers--the other philosophers, that is: "You have made me angry. So I promise you that Sleeping Bear of the Second Floor of the House will shrivel up and die if she ever gets pricked by a spindle!" (Again: context. Another long story. Ayn curses like this for a reason.)
Well, the other philosophers were like, "Lol, so what? We don't even know of a second floor!" (Only they said it philosophically so nobody but philosophers could understand it and it would take a few days to decipher, so I kind of paraphrased it.) And they went on with their party.
On the Second Floor of the House there is a bed of pink silk and satin. On the beautiful bed is a beautiful, delicate pink Bear. She has captured the hearts of several other Bears already. Her name is, predictably enough, Sleeping Bear.
This is Sleeping Bear.
Sleeping Bear has just met a new friend: the Chocolate Bunny.
They talk for many days. They talk of things like fireflies and dark bogs and moonlight. Sleeping Bear has never heard of such things. She is intrigued.
"I will bring you a spindle from the Firebogs," said Chocolate Bunny. "You can keep it for yourself!"
Sleeping Bear is very happy.
The Chocolate Bunny is true to its word. It brings her a spindle, says, "I must go! Sorry!" and leaves.
Sleeping Bear examines the spindle. It is long and spindly. Then she somehow manages to stab herself with it.
Sleeping Bear shrivels up and dies.
Several days later, Brown Bear, the handsome, strong, and dashing Necromancer of Trisor, comes along and sees her corpse.
He needs some practice in bringing things back to life. He can't get that particular spell right and he needs to imbue it in hellish grapes. Trisor likes grapes.
So he waves his Staff of Reanimation and Invisibility. (By the way, it is invisible.) And Sleeping Bear lives again. She has suffered some brain damage from her spindly ordeal but is otherwise intact. Stuffing all in place. Pearl necklace, too. She is a beautiful, delicate pink Bear again and is very pleased to see a dashing, strong, and handsome Necromancer by her bedside.
However, Sleeping Bear can no longer speak because of her brain damage. Being dead for days has to do something to you, after all. Trying to communicate, she waves the spindle around and points it at the Necromancer of Trisor.
The Necromancer is displeased.
"You are obviously dangerous," he says. "Brain-damaged and dangerous. Also, you cannot speak. You are a brain-damaged dangerous mute Bear, that is what you are."
Then the Necromancer of Trisor departs.
He meets a beautiful Geisha Doll Lamp. They fall in love and are married under the inked bamboo.
So, you see, a happy ending.
THE END