Finally he came to the old tower where she was lying asleep. He was so amazed at her beauty that he bent over and kissed her. At that moment--after so long--she awoke, and with her the king and the queen, and all the attendants, and the horses and the dogs, and the pigeons on the roof, and the flies on the walls. The fire stood up and flickered, and then finished cooking the food (the roast sizzled away). And she and the composer lived long and happily until they died.
--adapted from Perrault