Heyo! So this isn't your typical Spring Showcase story, in fact, it is far from typical. I mean common, there's only so much you can write about on blooming blossoms and buzzing bees (like one page...two if you stretch it). So here's my solution: write a story and set it IN springtime. Opens it up to a little spicy variety.

FYI: I do know how to spell "pandemonium" I just misspelled it for story purposes.

Please do enjoy the tale!!

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A long, long time ago in a hidden valley far, far away...

A kingdom existed that was glorified like no other.
The land was lush and bore fruits of many kinds...

...some of these fruits were not edible, but the villagers did not know that at the time.

The waters were clear and plentiful of fish...and bodies of plague victims. But things were as good...or as it could get in the measly middle ages.

There was, however, a king and queen, whom did not do much but lounge around all day, sipping on their mead.
This made the villagers unhappy, as they wanted a more active political system in their lives; not lame ducks.

To solve this issue, the King and Queen produced an heir, because they weren't about to change their lifestyle.
They dubbed their child with the title "Thy Helper" in the hopes that the title would rub off on the princess and she would become a helpful member to her society.

Unfortunately this idea did not pan out, as the princess grew up to be a spoiled, nasty little twit whom scowled at anything living that should cross her path.
Her thirst for superiority was unmatched; priding herself on handing out condescending and snide remarks to whomever challenged her narrow opinion.
She was of the thought that she was always right; and this did not sit too well with the villagers.
However, any objection made on their part would lead to their beheading. Thus, Princess Panda was affirmed in her idea of self greatness; regardless of how unrealistic it was.
But enough of all that...now is the time for the tale of Princess Panda.

Princess Panda sat in a lavish lavender room that boldly displayed her place in royalty.
She was constantly fidgeting in her cushioned, large chair, and making faces at the artisan whom was drafted to paint the princess's 16th birthday portrait.

"Please keep still your highness," sighed the artisan, find it impossibly difficult to paint the twitty figure.

"You do not tell me what to do!" snapped Princess Panda, leaping out of the chair like an angry animal. She then charged at the artisan.

"I-I-I did not mean to offend," he stuttered, backing away from the approaching princess.
"Let me see what you got," she ordered, grabbing the canvas before getting an answer...not that it would have stopped her if he said no.

"Ugh, the background is all wrong," she spat, flinging the canvas aside.

"What?" cried the artisan, seeing his hard work rejected as though it were spoiled milk.

"You heard me," sneered Princess Panda, "the background is ruined, I wanted pink not blue. And I do not want white spots in my hair," she pouted.

"Well let me fix it," he begged, attempting to retrieve the canvas.

"No!" she screeched, taking her foot and using it to swipe at the artisan.

"I want a new artisan...NOW!" she roared. At that order, two guards came in to hurl off the artisan. Moments later a new artisan came in, looking awfully pale and ready to faint.

Once again Princess Panda spitefully posed for the artisan, and once again she seized upon the painting of herself.

"The hair is too full," she commented, "and the make-up too colorful...it must be redone."

"I'm sure I could give it another try," squeaked the mortified artist.

"Not you," she barked, "Somebody else."

And with that, the artisan was carried out; replaced with yet another unfortunate soul.

This process continued into the dusky hours of twilight. In the end, the picky Princess Panda had no finished portrait, and there were a lot less artisans around.

In the early hours of the following day, while the breeze was soft and the sunlight tender; the princess with her footmaid set out to stroll through the gardens...only because Princess Panda wanted to be the first to smash the daisies (and quite possibly eat them).

Occasionally, the princess would pick up stones on the walk, and either throws them at rabbits, which had collected in the golden rays or at her footmaid when she trailed too far behind.

Their walk slowly led them into a rather foreboding forest, where the shadows danced with rays of light.
Within the thicket of trees, a wafty stream of smoke was lingering about. Princess Panda signaled for her and her footmaid to approach the presence in the forest.

Creeping along the trees, they discovered what looked to be a little alchemist camp set up in a cleared grove. In the middle of the camp was a dazzling fire; the source of all the smoke.

A withered elder manbent over bubbling viles; frequently flipping his overgrown, silky facial mane over his shoulder to ensure it did not become part of his potions.

Princess Panda encroached ever closer to the strange man; puffing her chest out as though she were some territorial bird defending her turf.
The man, however, paid no attention to her...

...until Princess Panda threw a rock at him.

"What is the meaning of this?" growled the strange man, adjusting his twisted spectacles in sight of the twit who stoned him.

"Do you have authority to set up camp in my kingdom?" declared the princess, giving the man a smug, pompous grin.

"Whatever happened to freedom?" frowned the strange man, going back to his vials.

"I take that as a no," she snorted, "So who are you anyway?"

"They call me Alfred," he said slowly, pouring contents of one vile into another.

"Do thou not have a title?" snickered Princess Panda, inching her hand toward one of the vials.

Alfred smacked the princess's hand away from the vial and continued his sentence, "I am Alfred the Logician."

Princess Panda quickly withdrew her hand; holding it as though it was greatly wounded.
She bared her teeth at Alfred the Logician, spitting her venomous curses at him, "You senile buffoon! I shall have thee executed for such an offense!"

At such words, Alfred chuckled and waved a finger at her as though he were saying "No, no."

Alfred then spoke in a stony formal tone, "Wicked child, thou art derived from foul blood that has tainted thee soul. Thou hast disgraced her people and put them into a melancholy; always thou hold an iron tongue over their heads to keep them down. Alas, I tell thou now that thee days are numbered, for thee people shall not aid thou as thou hast not aid them. Soon the folly of thee errors shall be revealed."

Before Princess Panda could lash out at Alfred with her snaking tongue, Alfred the Logician immediately proofed into a brilliant flash of light, along with all his alchemist things.

Both the princess and her footmaid stared wide eyed as the nothingness glow faded from their retinas.

"He-he-he-" stuttered the unnerved footmaid.

"Oh shut up," snapped Princess Panda, needing an alternative source to drain her mounted fury.

"I shall send guards for him later," she sneered, "But now we must go to town and pick up my order...it better be ready by now."

Princess Panda followed by her footmaid, marched into the village; everyone scuttled to the side and averted their gaze for fear of being flogged by the princess's miasmal tongue.

The princess stopped at a stand, where the old woman who ran it who ran it immediately bowed to her.

"Well?" barked the impatient princess over the old woman's bowed figure.

"Yes your highness," mumbled the old woman, collecting the princess's order.

"Here is the lipgloss you specifically requested," presented the old woman, giving a shaky smile.
"Ha!" Princess Panda cried with glee, snatching her order up, and then tossing it to her footmaid.

"I was wondering your highness..." began the old woman.

"What is it now?" sneered the princess, thumping her foot against the soil.

"I know you requested that the lipgloss would be made for you and you alone..." the old woman grinned weakly,
"But I thought I would offer it to the other girls...they do so love the color and it would be unfair not to make it public," she lowly said.

"Never!" scoffed Princess Panda, "This is mine, no one else may have it, and I don't care how much the others beg for the lipgloss, the public shall have none of it," she announced.

"And for your insolence as to dare do such a thing..." continued the princess, wearing a wicked little grin, "you shall be executed by the eve of tomorrow."

"Guards!" shouted the princess.

But to the princess's dismay, no guard came to her command. She shouted once again, but the response remained the same.

"Lazy blasted boars," she growled through clenched teeth.

Princess Panda then set off to find someone with a sword to take the old woman to jail.
She had not realized that she had left her footmaid, who was consoling the old woman, behind as she trampled off.

In her search for an authority figure that could actually do something on civil disobedience, Princess Panda came across a scene that had her all too curious.
She couldn't resist eavesdropping on the two men's confrontation.

One of the men was obviously a scribe...as kept insisting that he was a scribe.

The other man sat lazily in his chair with his boots propped up and flipping through the pages of a handwritten book; he wasn't so much interested in the writing as he was in the naughty little doodles made in the margins of the book.

"I don't understand," whined the scribe, "You are a Maxiodstrate, you should help me with this."

"What do you mean by help?" sighed the Maxiodstrate, keeping his focus on the book and its doodles.

"Well it is about my documents," began the whiny scribe, "And it is not just me, but all the other scribes as well...you see, whenever we send our documents through here they always end up coming out with all these question marks replacing our original text," he explained.

"That's nice," yawned the Maxiodstrate only half-heartedly listening.

"Uhh no, not nice," frowned the scribe, feeling the tinge of frustration creep up on him.

"I cannot have my documents filled with question marks," he said forcefully to the Maxiodstrate,
"People can hardly read what I wrote and it is VERY annoying to go back and edit it."

"Not my problem," snorted the Maxiodstrate, having never once given recognition to the scribe.
"What do you mean not your problem?!" yelled the scribe, "You are the one in charge, it is your responsibility to make sure everything is in order."

"Meh," was all the Maxiodstrate would say.

At this point the scribe ripped his hair out, battered the ground with his feet, and went running through the village shouting absurdities.
With a smirk, Princess Panda continued on her way.

Marching through the village, Princess Panda found her fury rising like a great tsunami wave; when the wave comes crashing down it would not be pretty.
She leered to the left and to the right, mumbling nasty things under her breath when no guard was in sight.

In her grumblings, she swept pass a roaring pit of flames that had been started to welcome the newly found witches in the village.

Princess Panda, paying no attention to how close she came to the pit, caught her elegant gown on a crackling ember that had flickered up from the pit.

Quickly, the puny ember consumed at her dress, like a child on its ice cream. Princess Panda attempted to swat the growing flame out of existence...but this backfired tremendously, seeing as her hand was not fireproof.

Bouncing about, Princess Panda searched desperately for a source of water. Little did she know that the village well was on the opposite end of where she was at.

Coincidently enough, so were all the villagers at the very farthest point from the princess.

Soon, the flame began biting into her flesh, and all the princess could do was run about and screech at the top of her lungs.
This was before the notion 'stop, drop, and roll' was invented.

Fortunately, Princess Panda's cries had brought some fellows to her aid...unfortunately; the fellows were the village's idiots.

"What do you think she is doing?" asked the dumber villager to the others.

"I dunno," responded the dumbererer villager, "But it looks fun."

"AHHHHH!!" howled Princess Panda, leaping and flailing her arms in a desperate attempt to fight the all devouring flames.

"Ahhhh?" puzzled the dumb villager.

"AHHHHH!!" she reinforced her holler.

"Ahhhh!" mimicked the dumber villager.

"Wahhh!" the dumbererer villager cried pathetically in his try.

"No, no," said the dumb villager, "It's ahhhh, not wahhh," he corrected dumbererer.

"Wahh?"

"No, ahhh."

"Ahhh?"

"Yeah, you got it."
Then the air was filled with their screeching symphony...

"AHHHHHH, AHHHHH...AHHHHHHH!!"
"Ahh, ah, ah...ahhhhhhhhh!"
"Ahhh...ahhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhh?!"
"AHHhhh, ahhhh...ahhh!"

Suddenly, Princess Panda's voice dropped out of the choir. When the village idiots looked to see why she had stopped, all they found in her place was a pile of ash...it didn't take long for the fire to roast her as she was very shallow.

"Where she go?" asked dumbererer villager, who couldn't put 2+2 together.

"Uhhh..." drooled the dumber villager; he also couldn't put 2+2 together.

"She must of flew away," proposed the dumb villager...ok, so none of them could put 2+2 together.

"She's a witch!" exclaimed dumbererer.

"Let's burn her!" motioned dumber.

But then they realized that that was impossible...as none of them knew how to light a match. So instead, they went to watch paint dry; the highlight of that century.

And so ends the not-so-tragic tale of Princess Panda.
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Like all tales the moral of the story is that teenagers with authority tend create a miserable environment for everyone else...

Special note: I wrote this story long before the text probelm was fixed, so a thousand thanks to the adminstrators of the site for fixing that issue.

Thanks for reading, it was pleasure to provide this story to everyone.
Yeah there's a GB on my sim page, yeah there's a rating system; do as you wish...

Credits (because I know you want to know where the CC came from):
MTS2:
Princess Panda's outfits
Male Peasant outfits
Medieval props
Flaming Thingy
Plants in Garden
Make-up
All About Style:
Female Peasant outfit (both young and old)
Gara's Boutique:
Peasant (female), Artisans, and scribe's outfits
Stone Road Terrain
Insiminator:
Alfred the Logician's robe
Peggy Sims:
Footmaid and Princess Panda's hair