One day she came upon some stairs.
The princess: “I wonder where these stairs go.”
She climbed and climbed. The stairs went around and around-all the way up to the top of the castle. There she saw a little door. So she opened it. And she stepped into a little room. There stood the one spinning wheel that had not been burned.
The princess: “I wonder what this is.”
When she reached out to touch it, she pricked her finger on the spindle. Suddenly the princess felt very dizzy. She lay down on a little bed and went to sleep.
When the princess went to sleep, the good fairies came and put a sleeping spell on the castle. The king and queen were having dinner. Everyone went to sleep right where they were. Even the dogs and horses and chickens fell sleep. Nothing moved. Nothing made a sound. Only a prince could break the spell. But the wicked fairy did not give up. She told her big black bird.
The wicked fairy: “I will make sure that a prince does not get into the castle. That sleeping spell will never end.”
She made a great forest of roses grow up around the castle. The roses had terrible thorns. No one dared to go into the forest. And so the castle slept and slept. It stayed that way for a hundred years.