Green tale

It was long time ago, so long ago that even fish don't remember. Once upon a time there was a King. He built a Palace for himself, so that there was where to go out and where to return. Once he went out into the yard and saw a girl sweeping the porch with a clean broom which was made of goat's beard.
"Why are you doing this?" The King Was Surprised.
"So that you pay attention to me, Your Majesty." - The girl answered.
So she became a Queen. Then she bore her husband three sons. The first one had eyes like a banksias flower. The other had eyes like a liriope Muscari flower. And the third one had eyes like a flower of poison grass.
The fairy tale is told quickly but life runs even faster.
Boys grew up and turned into beautiful young men. They were bored in their parents ' Palace. And when they drank tea, it became even more boring. The King had to come up with a task for them. He tossed and turned in bed all night. In the morning he gathered his sons together and said to them in a human voice:
"Listen, my children, to your old father. I have heard from a wise merchant, and that from his esteemed neighbor, and that from his friend the venerable doctor…
The King spoke for a long time, the sons were already taking a nap, but they did not dare to interrupt their old father. Finally, the monarch got down to business.
... that a beautiful maiden lives behind this mountain. Her hair is like grass in a meadow, her eyes are like liana wavy, her lips are like a soft primrose, and she is all like Passiflora “Lady Margaret”. She has long languished near the lake where the fish brought her up. Many men’s and animals’ bones are scattered along the banks, for whoever looks at her the very same minute falls dead from girl’s unearthly beauty.
But I've heard that if you scare a beauty, she turns into someone else: a squirrel, a fish, a moth, and she has as many images as her body hair. But if you manage to catch her, she will become yours and your eyes will not be blinded and your hot heart will not stop forever.
You, my beloved children, always evaluate girls and hurt them with obscene words, with evil foreign words, with silicone and liposuction, with makeups and pedicures.
I became old, I drank and ate as much as I was supposed to. So it’s time to die. But, first, I want to shake the first grandchild in my arms, because every thing has its own time, when it is more expensive than at any other hour.
The eldest son sobbed at these words, and his cup of tea became full again with tears. And he said to his father:
"We'll know our way, too!" Wait for us ten years and three years. We'll be back on Friday after mowing. But maybe in a week.
Quickly dust falls, only brothers gathered even faster. A lot of hardships fell to them on the way: the black moccasin, the furrowed woodcutter, and the evil witch Whitefly. All of them were defeated with fire water, garlic and some vigorous words .  So those who did not understand that they were defeated, were thrown by their ears to the side. They had less intelligence in their heads than any fly had.
Now the lake appeared between the trunks. On the banks there were bones scattered everywhere, and a little in the depth there was a white tower.
The eldest son, with eyes like a banksias flower, was the first one who tried his luck. He entered the tower and went up the stairs. He opened the door and saw the girl with his own two eyes. Seeing her beauty, he lost consciousness and rolled down the stairs back to the bottom. There his middle and younger brothers found him.
Then the middle one, with eyes the color of liriope Muscari, bravely climbed the steps. When he saw the girl screwing up his left eye, she was so beautiful that he froze and stood admiring her. During this time, the girl drank seven liters of tea, so young man's legs became numb. Slowly, she took out a long pipe and lit it. The young man fell asleep from fatigue and rolled like his older brother to the foot of the tower.
 Frustrated, the youngest son with eyes like a flower of poisonous grass stopped eating, lay for forty days and forty nights, and then got up and went to the tower.
He went up to the beautiful girl with closed eyes and took her hand. They stood for a long time,  the young man lost in thoughts and began to sing.
"Wow." He thought,  " I have become a singer!”
The girl, hearing his voice, prickly, nettle-like, became afraid of it and turned into Evening. She wanted to make him sleep with a crimson sunset. But the younger brother did not stop singing, only sang louder. Then the girl turned into a reed. She tried to stifle his false voice with the rustle of her leaves. But the young man sang louder and louder. Then the beauty became a bumblebee and wanted to sting him, and then the younger son caught her. She appeared again and told him that she was enchanted by witch whose name was Donotbesorry.
He went to look for the witch, found and burned down her home. Since then, she wanders the world and knocks on the windows at night.
The younger brother, with eyes like poison grass, began to look for a bridegroom for the beauty. He did not want his brothers to hold a grudge against him or to be envious. There was soon an enviable bridegroom. They had a magnificent wedding. For ten days they feasted, and the table was not cleaned.
Then brothers found girls for themselves. Their wives were not beautiful, but were wise and caring. And there was not a day in their life for boredom.
It was written in my country house in summer 2019