In a far away country, on a winter night, there was a ball with a DJ from Jamaica. The servants got the night off, so when the front door bell rang, the queen had to answer it herself.

A young lass, shivering in the snow, introduced herself through chattering teeth: “I’m a princess from a faraway country, it’s snowing outside, and I got nowhere to sleep”.

The queen, being a young lass herself once, was not so sure whether this was a real princess, or yet another tramp trying to lay her hands on the prince, but she already had a plan.

When the party was over, she’s summoned the Jamaican DJ to the guest bedroom, made him lie down on the bed and [before you get wrong ideas] covered him with 20 mattresses. The girl was then lowered with a crane on top of the heap.

“How was your sleep?”, asked the queen in the morning. “Great. never felt anything like it”, said the girl.

Understanding that she was indeed a real princess, the queen hugged the DJ and said “You’ve passed the test. you’re a true Jamaican”.