NPPF Atomic Fairy Tale

[Terrance]

A narrator of folk tales was boasting
Of a version updated but true:
Once Ivanushka played with a bowstring, 
And his arrow shot quick through the blue. 

Here was destiny's thread to unravel, 
And he followed its silvery trace
And arrived after many a travel
At the Swamp of a Frog. With a face

Full of wisdom he said, "That's a fortune!"
Caught the frog, cut it up with a knife, 
Joined two cords, and exposed it to torture, 
To research the mechanics of life. 

Anguish tore at the princess's perfection,
Aeons beat in each quivering vein, 
And the fool smiled  with deep satisfaction
At the sight of the scholarly gain. 

In a universally known Russian fairy tale, the Tsar tells his three sons
to shoot arrows and take their wives from where the arrows fall.