Long ago there was a beautiful bridge that led from one side
of a glistening lake to another. It was made for the queen when the lake dried
up in summer. It connected three villages. One was filled with mansions with
grand gardens, the second was filled with cottages and vast fields and the
third was an ordinary housing estate with village shops and playgrounds. On the
day of the grand opening the queen invited her son. He hated the bridge so much
that he climbed up into a tree and ordered his guards to destroy it. From that
day on he was known as the selfish prince and the villages were always kept
apart.
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