my son, never forget that you are a good thought fairy; you are going among men to prove that you can remain one even with mortals. You are to be a horse because an animal cannot talk, he can only express love or hate, and as you think so you will appear. Go, my son, and all good go with you.”

And so, as the little Prince slowly faded from sight, the King and Queen entered their palace and the multitude of fairies hurried home, cheering and holding the good thought in their hearts that the Prince would return safely from his mission.

A few seconds later, in the market place of a small village stood a beautiful horse, tossing his mane and looking bewildered about. A crowd of the villagers gathered around this lovely creature, wondering where was his master, for most assuredly he did not belong to any of them or they would have noticed him before. The days went by, and no one appeared to claim him. He was loved and petted, taken care of and fed by everyone; and finally the village council met and decided to sell him at auction. Of course the richest man in the village bought him, and it fell to the lot of Prince Wigsie, for of course it was none other than he, to belong to a cruel master. His owner, the Squire, as he was called by everyone, had a daughter who was as good as she was beautiful. When the Squire would bring in Wigsie all lathered and covered with foam from being driven so hard, Jano, his lovely daughter, would sneak out to the stable, rub him tenderly, kiss the spots where the whip had touched. She, being a mortal, thought that Wigsie was suffering. You see, she did not know that Wigsie was a fairy and that his thought was so pure and good that he never felt the stinging lashes of his master’s whip.

Wigsie learned many things, among which was that Jano loved a shepherd, but her father had betrothed her to a rich man of the neighboring village who was as cruel as the Squire himself. He also discovered that his Queen Mother was right when she said that on earth men are filled with wrong thoughts which make them very unhappy.

One day the Squire drove to market, taking Jano with him to buy her wedding clothes. Wigsie knew all this because she had cried on his shoulder the night before. Jano brought all her troubles to this beautiful horse, and she called him Royal;