De Paola's figures here make cute and sappy allusions to serious religious art, and his fairy-tale love story has a hushed and pious air. It concerns an Italian prince who falls in love with the princess on the moon. He pines away until he finds a way to get to the moon, then wins her with a rose. For a while the two are happy on the moon, but then he starts to go blind from its light so she insists that they move to earth. However, she wastes away on earth, oppressed by the dark mountains--until the Salvani, a group of little men whom the prince once befriended, weave moonbeams around the dark mountain peaks. And, according to the wandering Zio Narratore who tells the story here, that is why the Dolomites are now white. This is de Paola at his worst, mooning over romantic clichÃ‰s and apparently asking that his drippy parodies be taken seriously.