Long ago, in a land across the sea, there lived a good king, who loved books more than anything else in the world.
One morning he was out walking in the country, where he had gone on holiday for a few days. As the sun was very hot, he stopped and sat down to rest on a seat under a tress. He took a book out of his pocket and tried to read it but, as he was very tired, he soon fell asleep.
