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It didn’t take long for the sentries to find Charming. It didn’t take long for them to capture him, either. Once Charming realized that he had been abandoned by his men, he collapsed like a soufflé. They hauled him into the fort, dragging him by his arms and leaving boot marks in the dust. They didn’t need to beat him. Charming was already beaten, but that didn’t stop the guards from jostling him like a piece of meat as they carried him to the blockhouse and threw him into a cell. The floor was made of dirt, but there was a pallet of straw in the corner. From the smell of it, Charming wasn’t sure if the straw was meant to be used for sleeping or for wiping his butt. It didn’t matter. As soon as Charming through he was alone, he put his head between his knees and cried like a child. “Oh God, I hope they kill me. Please God, let them kill me!” “Hey, shut up in there!” the guard shouted. “You’re getting tears all over the toilet straw.” Charming cried and cried until he had no more

“I finally found your secret,” Twilight declared, stuffing another cupcake into her mouth. “You...you know nothing!” Filthy Rich stammered. “What could you possibly know about me? I have nothing to hide—nothing!” “Nothing?” Twilight smirked. “Not even the fact that—“ She took a bite from another cupcake. “You can’t resist fat mares?” Filthy Rich fell to his knees. “No-o-o-o-o-o-o!” Finally, Twilight had found the right information to blackmail Filthy Rich into breaking off his engagement. Twilight had been trying to put off the wedding for months. Diamond Tiara was still blackmailing her, holding onto her diary and threatening to reveal her secrets if she didn’t marry her father. Twilight had no choice but to accept, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t put off the wedding. She was already overweight from all of the cupcakes that Diamond forced her to eat. All she had to do was keep eating. Twilight’s plan seemed to be working. She had been measured for wedding dresses three

“What do you mean that you can’t make it to lunch, Maud? You said yesterday that you would come.” “Sorry, Pinkie Pie,” said Maud. “The breakup of my relationship with Mudbriar has made me so emotionally fragile that I sometimes say things without thinking.” “Can’t you come to the cafe for just a little teeny bit?” “No, I’m taking out my emotional turmoil on this layer of unstable schist.” “But we can talk!” Pinkie exclaimed. “Won’t talking make you feel better?” “My emotions are a raging storm of turmoil and helplessness, Pinkie Pie. I think that it would be safer for everyone if I stayed inside this cave and told my sorrows to the rocks. You know me better than anyone, Pinkie, but the rocks know more than you can ever dream.” “Wait a minute,” Pinkie said. “If you’re in the middle of a cave, how can you be talking on—“ Click. The line went dead. “Fiddlesticks!” Pinkie Pie hung up the phone and looked at the clock. There were only twelve minutes until she had to meet Mudbriar

The bedroom door opened a crack. A sliver of light knifed across the floor of the room, and a single eye stared through the gap in the doorway. Prince Charming couldn’t see much in the darkness, but he took no chances. He opened the door another inch to let in more light. The candle on the nightstand had gone out. I told the servants to keep the candle lit. Charming opened the door a little further. He saw the corner of the bed, and there he stopped. The bed seemed to be well made. The sheets were tight—not a wrinkle to be seen. The door creaked as Prince Charming opened the door all of the way, casting the dim candlelight of the hall into the room. He himself was holding a candle on a chamber stick. He slowly waved the flickering flame back and forth, searching for anything out of the ordinary. The bed sheets were fresh. His riding boots were where he’d left them. The papers on his desk were right where he left them, including the guest list for his wedding. He stepped inside and

“Run! Run!” Peter took off, running on all fours, the splash of river water hitting his heels and the roar of crocodiles ringing in his ears. “Come, on! Come on!” he laughed. “We made it!” “We done made it!” screamed Ham. “We made it,” Oop giggled. “We bloody made it!” Chim squealed. They found a tall tree and immediately scampered up the top. Peter was slow, but he gripped the trunk with his hands and feet and made his way to the top. “Hey, Pete!” Ham laughed. “You better climb a mite faster, otherwise, you’re gonna be crocodile chow.” “He’s gaining on ya!” laughed Oop. “Take your time,” Chim giggled. “He’s only got about five dozen teeth.” Peter climbed up onto the branch and looked down. There were crocodiles on the ground, peering up at him with their dark, beady eyes. They hissed as they reached the base of the tree, unable to climb it thanks to their short, stubby legs. They hissed a little bit longer as they circled the trunk, daring the monkeys to come back down, but

“But father, you don’t understand!” The King laughed. “That’s because your story is pure nonsense. That little Countess is so strong that she managed to hold you down? She locked you in her room and wouldn’t let you go? You had to jump out the window at the last minute to escape?” “But look!” Charming said, pointing to the scratches on his face. “I got these when I fell in the rose bush. Don’t you believe me now?” “So you got a little scratched up in the garden. It wouldn’t be the first time that a boy got hurt while climbing out of his lover’s window,” the King winked. “She’s not my lover,” the Prince pouted. “She’s a monster. Yesterday, she was the one touching my leg underneath the table. She pinched my butt yesterday on the tower. I think that she’s trying to kill me!” “Oh, nonsense!” the King snorted. “All of this is just harmless flirting.” “But Father! She said that she was going to make me marry her!” “So what? Every noblewoman wants to do that. You’re the Prince, not a