Who Did The Princess' Homework ?

Once upon a time there is a lazy princess name Princess Amy  

Amy never did homework. "Too boring," she said. She played baseball and basketball and Nintendo instead. The King told her, "Amy! Do your homework or you won't learn a thing." And it's true, sometimes she did feel like a ding-a-ling.

But what could she do? She hated homework.

Then on St. Patrick's Day her cat was playing with a little doll and he grabbed it away. To her surprise it wasn't a doll at all, but a man of the tiniest size. She had a little wool shirt with old fashioned britches and a high tall hat much like a witch's. He yelled, "Save me! Don't give me back to that cat. I'll grant you a wish, I promise you that."

Amy couldn't believe how lucky she was! Here was the answer to all of her problems. So she said, "Only if you do all my homework 'til the end of the semester, that's 35 days. If you do a good enough job, I could even get A's."

The little man's face wrinkled like a dishcloth thrown in the hamper. He kicked his legs and doubled his fists and he grimaced and scowled and pursed his lips, "Oh, am I cursed! But I'll do it."

And true to his word, that little elf began to do Amy's homework. Except there was one glitch. The elf didn't always know what to do and he needed help. "Help me! Help me!" he'd say. And Amy would have to help -- in whatever way.

"I don't know this word," the elf squeeked while reading Amy's homework. "Get me a dictionary. No, what's even better. Look up the word and sound it out by each letter."

When it came to math, Amy was out of luck. "What are times tables?" the elf shrieked. "We elves never need that. And addition and subtraction and division and fractions? Here, sit down beside me, you simply must guide me."

Elves know nothing of human history, to them it's a mystery. So the little elf, already a shouter, just got louder "Go to the library, I need books. More and more books. And you can help me read them too."

As a matter of fact every day in every way that little elf was a nag! Amy was working harder than ever and was it a drag! She was staying up nights, had never felt so weary, was going to school with her eyes puffed and bleary.

Finally the last day of school arrived and the elf was free to go. As for homework, there was no more, so he quietly and slyly slipped out the back door.

Amy got her A's; her classmates were amazed; her teachers smiled and were full of praise. And her parents? They wondered what had happened to amy. He was now the model kid. Cleaned her room, did her chores, was cheerful, never rude, like she had developed a whole new attitude.

You see, in the end Amy still thought she'd made that tiny man do all his homework. But I'll share a secret, just between you and me. 

It wasn't the elf; Amy had done it herself!