Hah!

[alt_pansy]

Apon a time (once) there was a girl with apple cheeks and an affable (did I use it right?) air who liked ambling around the park and angling for fish, even though she hated eating them, because fish are slimy and gross. She was awfully sweet, and was always generous.

Then her parents died, because that sort of thing happens all the time in fairy stories. So she was all alone.

Awwww.

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[alt_sally_anne]

Very, very happy, they were, verily. Violins played sweet music in the background and they drank a viscous cocktail of some horrid grownup drinks and danced with verve as they sniffed at violets and and wondered to themselves, is there a verb that begins with V?

[alt_pansy]

Windy weather interrupted their wanderings, so they went into a restaurant where the waiter whipped up some watercress soup to warm them up.

They walked slowly home, arm in arm, but as they approached the door, Esther and Francis came running out. 'Ivan... I mean Martin... he's escaped!' Esther whimpered, as Francis wheezed. 'He just woke up and ran out the door! My wandwork must have been off.'

'Oh, Esther,' Beatrice replied, worried. 'I wish I'd killed him too. Now we'll never have a moment's rest!'

[alt_sally_anne]

Wait, you're having Marvivan escape? We've only got three letters left to wrap up the story!

[alt_pansy]

It can end on a cliffhanger!