Long years ago, before you and I were born, there were a country called Unea. It was a very beautiful country. There were flowers and fruits, and all other beautiful things to make this beautiful world. In this beautiful country, there lived a man and his two daughters, Pandanini and Hittia. Pandanini was loving and kind and willing to stay home with her father, while Hittia stayed out on the street with her best owns on. Their father was a miser, and no one knew him not even his own daughters. One day when Pandanini and Hittia were going to the market, they met a crowd of people crying, "Long live this king!" Hearing this, Hittia, turning to her sister, said: "I will marry the king." Pandanini said, "What?" "You marry the king?" Why, I would never marry you. You have your poor father to care for." "Let the father get out and make his own living," and with that she walked to the palace and married the prince, as he had a big wedding. The father and sister came to the wedding, but she would not let the butler let them in so they went back home. Hittia did not like her new home at all. The prince was cruel to her. 