Once upon a time, in a small kingdom not too far from here, there was a beautiful little village. That village wasn’t anything special – on the contrary, it was rather usual. There were living people just like you and me. Every morning, they opened their shelters, saluted each other, chatted a little, and then held down their jobs. The blacksmith forged his horseshoes, the painter was painting, the baker was baking … oh yes, and back there, where there is the little pond with the millwheel steadily clattering, there lived a miller with his gorgeous daughter.