In the morning, the little robozoom jumped out of bed, and headed to the throne room. He was there before the robowitch and the robot princesses, although they arrived soon after.
The robozoom noticed how ugly the princess had become and the three copy of her held each other's hands as if they were one. He really felt sorry for her. Or them.
"Ah, the poor robot princess is completely under the effect of the curse, and that will consume her," he thought to himself.
As always, the robowitch did the talking.
"Yesterday you were lucky, green robozoom, but here comes the second trial!"
She clapped her hands once, and the ten little robot servants poured ten baskets of tiny letters into the throne room again.
"By nightfall, use these letters to write the best storybook ever! But make it exciting with lots of adventure, heartwarming with plenty of love, and humorous with loads of witty dialogue! And most importantly, use every single character in the pile, no more, no less," and with that, the robowitch and the robot princesses left the room.
The little robozoom was saddened, what should he do now? This was not his field! As he pondered sadly, he saw programmes jumping through the windows into the throne room one by one. There were all kinds of them, even some he didn't know what they were for. Suddenly, an old file handling programme stopped in front of him, the light trim of its dark blue robe glistening in the sunlight streaming in through the window.