The king and his ministers see the princess expertly spinning wool with a spindle on a spinning wheel, and panic - who must be executed for keeping the machine and device that would kill the king's only child, as promised by the fairy's curse?

"Oh, I broke that ages ago," the queen remarks nonchalantly, "a mother's kiss is a kiss of true love after all, and Your Majesty and the court can hardly be blamed for a nap of just an hour so many years past."

"No sense in destroying a crucial but overlooked local economy," the princess agrees as her mother inspects the fine spun wool with approval and the king and his ministers collectively try not to faint.