One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to the floor, dead.

He’d wanted to mend her just like his mother had mended his favorite teddy bear when his arm had come loose after too much play. He offered her his pudding cup instead.

We are drawn uncontrollably to each other and have no power to resist, only the tremendous desire to experience everything in its most intense form.