Camelot

 The battle cry sounded.

A lone piper stood on the knoll playing a haunting tune.

Fierce warriors sat in the saddle with swords at the ready to begin the battle.

Eerie sounds echo in the mist surrounding the castle in the valley below.

Many booted feet trampled the ground for the men, and women, to be in place to stave off the attack of their unknown foe.

The beat of the hearts sounded in time to the beat of the advancing avengers.

Balls of fire rain down in the mist to set fire to the heaps of kindling branches stacked under the cover of darkness around the circumference of the castle walls.

The timber crackled in the heat of the moment.

Flames rose to cast eerie movement in the mist.

The heart pounded against the wall of her chest to be freed.

To escape out into the unknown territory of love.

A true love which had evaded her all her life.

The love of someone with whom to share a wonderful life together.

A fantasy love of which had invaded her dreams from a young age.

Dreams where a place where Rosanna went during the bad experiences during her tender years. Years in which her parents fought each other.

Tempers flare.

Voices rose.

Skin on skin contact when hands, and fists, connected.

The cry of battle raged well into the night.

Battle scared her father declared his undying love for her mother.

A promise made in the early morning to be broken when they meet after sundown.

In her fantasy world Rosanna wore rose tinted glasses where the flame of love never dimmed, or died. Love flourished to a bright burning flame never to be tainted with anger. Never to freeze the flame to become brittle to splinter to cause pain. To lay like dust at her feet.

There he stood.

Her prince.

He rose from the ashes of the battle of hearts to stand tall to receive her love.

Their hearts beat as one.

To be cherished with a sparkling flame of eternal love.

The walls of Camelot broken with a surviving love.

Helena

Helena stepped forward from among the rubble left by the explosion. With slightly apart she stabs the point of the newly acquired sword into the soil. “I have finally risen from my prison of enslavement. I am free from the rock. From this day forth, I will have a different path to travel no longer a slave to the wants, and woes, of those who surround me. The circle has been shattered to let in the sunshine, take away the darkness and tears from my world. I am no longer a strong weakling. I have been given powers to strengthen my resolves. I feel no pain. I am revitalized with energy to fight my way through uncharted waters. Those of you who wish for a better way of life, come join me to scale new horizons. Conquer our old fears of rejection and failure, to become the bright stars while we rage about past wrongs committed against us. We will be all powerful in the memory of those who come in contact with us.” She drew a deep breath to continue but was interrupted by Fairy Twinkle.

“Hmmm. Excuse me, Helena. Do you know which direction we will take.”

“You dare to challenge me. What insolence. I'm going,” she stopped to think, and decide, “that way.” Helena pointed to the way forward from where she stood.

“So you are going to attack Mount Saint Drew owned by the Emerald Emperor of nature. He will not like a woman to enter his hallowed forest on the mountain. He has forgotten those of us who supply his food. We struggle to grow food for him but he doesn't send us any rain to water the crops. The area has turned into a dust bowl Trees are dying from the lack of water. Fish no longer swim in the once beautiful lake now turned brown and muddy. The only bit of greenery there...was...was around the rock you watered with your tears.”

Helena held up one hand for Fairy Twinkle to stop speaking. “And who are you, my impetuous one, who dares to interrupt me.”

Fair Twinkle curtsied while she bowed her head. “I am Fairy Twinkle. M friends, and I, are so grateful for the tears you supplied to keep this little bit of soil wet to keep a few flowers, and some grass, alive for us to enjoy. With you rising from your enslavement we will no longer be able to grow food for us.”

“So why isn't the Emerald Emperor attending to the land of his subjects. He should be protecting the forests, farms, animals, and the inhabitants. Why isn't he doing so. Where is Thor. Why isn't he causing a storm to bring down the rain needed,” raged Helena.

“They have forgotten us all. They are too busy with other acts of enjoyment. But each God expects to find food at the ready when hungry. Water for them to bathe for their own comfort. We are the forgotten people.”

“No longer shall you be the forgotten people. We will march on Mount Saint Dew to remind the Gods of their duty to their subjects. Time to topple them from their throne of power.” Helena pulled her sword from the soil and raised it toward the sky. Power flashed from the point to race toward the lone, cobweb cloud. “Today we march on the Emerald Emperor to show him we are disgusted with his ruling of nature.” Lightning flashed over head. More lone threads of clouds joined in the game by joining together to make a massive dark storm cloud blocking out the sun. “Let's begin as we mean to move forward. The Emerald Emperor has been put on notice.” Helena shouldered her sword then took her first step to reclaim the land of the unforgotten people who had worked so hard to keep some little section of earth living. The Fairies, and animals, who stayed to watch over their patch cheered while dancing in the rain which had begun to fall.

Tulip

Didn't have a photo of a tulip so used an orchid instead.

Tulip

While I drove my car among the increased traffic, I listened to Tulip speak of the adversity of the calamitous event of her recent weeks. How the wild storm had struck causing much destruction, wrecking the lives of many families.

“I have never felt so useless, or helpless, in my entire life. There wasn't any way I was able to rescue my son, and his family. There I lay in my comfortable, safe bed, my home not surrounded by rushing flood waters within spitting distance. I was dry. I had electricity most of the time. I had food to eat. I went to bed with a full stomach. The ting I missed most was my cup of tea. I'm thankful for the flask of hot water you brought over. And the cooked meal you supplied.

But each night I went to bed, tears flowed to soak my pillow, because I felt unworthy as a mother, for I knew my son, and his family, were starving. Going to be with groaning, empty stomachs. I was stressed because I couldn't cook a meal to send over to them. They had no drinking water, or electricity. Luckily they have a swimming pool in which they could bathe. The first day they are able to cross the bridge I'll have a hot meal ready, waiting for them.”

I brought the car to a stop at her home to find the family waiting for her to come home. Even though she wanted to have the food taken inside to feed them, she had time to stop, say thank you, before going inside with her family.

Chef Dahl

I added the photo of a crab because this is a bit piece about a chef.

Chef Dahl, with meat cleaver in hand, chopped the piece of meat on the bench, There came knocking on the back door to the kitchen. Being the only one in the kitchen he went to the door.

“How dare you interrupt my cooking?” Chef Dahl stood with meat cleaver in hand.

“Shh. Are you mad. You never who might be listening.” The man looked over his left shoulder.

“Don't shoosh me. I am thee, Chef. I can bellow whenever I feel the need. Why are you here. I don't give handouts.”

“I don't want a handout. I have very fresh trout. You like to buy my trout.” The man turned his head to look over his shoulder again.

“Do you have a neck problem? Or do you have the Devil seated on your shoulder.”

“Devil. Where is he. I don't see him. I tried to ditch...”

“Ditch who. Ah. So the fish has been cooked.”

“No. Fresh from the stream. Not been near no fire.” He opened the bag on the ground to show his wares. Sniffs. “Fresh. You cook for your customers. Going at a very cheap price. One hundred dollars.”

Chef Dahl took a closer look at the fish in the bag. A recipe running through his mind. He shook his head. “Sorry. Too high. I give you twenty dollars. Take it, or leave it. That's my final offer.”

“Seventy-five. Fifty. I have seven children to feed. Have a heart.”

“You don't spend too much time fishing, do you. Twenty-five.” He moved back like he intended to shut the door.

“Okay. I take twenty-five.” He looked over his shoulder. His jerky body movements showed his nervousness. Picked up the bag to hand over to Chef Dahl when he was paid. Before money changed hands a shot rang out. The bargainer slumped to the ground shot in the back. With automatic reflex action Chef Dahl threw the meat cleaver to hit the shooter in the chest toppling him to the ground. He cursed. There were two dead men at the back door and a bag of stolen fish.

Cutting Firewood

Chop, chop, chop,                                                 One day I'll find

Rang out every day.                                              That continuous handle stack.

Chop, chop, chop,                                                 They will disappear

It's not a woodpecker at play.                                Then there will be nothing more to whack.

Chop, chop, chop,                                                I rode my bike,

The ax does fly.                                                     Lobbied by the waterhole.

Chop, chop, chop,                                                Winter breezed in

The wood pile grows high.                                    The weather turned cold.

Chop, chop, chop,                                                Stove burned day and night

Oh, my back does ache.                                       To keep the house warm.

Chop, chop, chop,                                                I would have to return to the heap,

Time I took a break.                                             Believe me I was torn.

Chop, chop, chop,                                               So I braved the chilly wind,

Some more chips do fly.                                      To chop, chop, chop,

Chop, chop, chop,                                               The noise rang in my ears,

The sun is sinking in the sky.                                 Warmed up, I chopped and chopped.

Chop, the ax stuck.                                              Sweat trickled beneath my jumper,

I breathe a sigh of relief,                                       Chop, chop, chop,

Time to go inside                                                  As I prayed for summer,

Before I come to grief.                                          Chop, chop, chop.

The wood pile grew high

With each passing day.

Please find some hardwood

I would pray.

Then I wouldn't have to chop,

If the blocks were too hard,

My father would have to take his turn,

That would be my trump card.

I would be able to rest

Beneath the shade of the tree,

Rest my hands, my aching back,

Wait for mum to call me for tea.

Many a handle broke,

But there was always a spare.

I rub the sweat from my face,

No rest for me, I do declare.

Ginger

I had a cat named Ginger,

A very docile cat indeed.

I dressed him in a doll's bonnet,

Dress and socks he did wear.

Ginger never struggled to escape,

When placed in my doll's pram.

I wheeled him around the yard,

Ginger would go to sleep.

I would sit on the swing which hung,

From the branch of the Jacaranda tree.

I'd patiently wait for Ginger to wake,

While practicing how to knit.

Needles were out, six inch nails were in,

My father would grumble,

When no nails could be found.

Wool would not slip on rusty nails,

So new ones had to be sought.

Ginger was my best friend,

The best I ever had.

Until that fatal day,

The train too fast.

Ginger to slow.

My best friend is no more,

Ginger had pushed his luck.

Just that once too often,

And the train won.

Twist Of Fate

 The golden orb slowly slipped below the horizon to bring to a close another day. Drought had wrecked havoc on Jack’s family farm ground to dust leaving no food the last cow, Milky Way, Jack had struggled to save would not be here. Her bones stood out for everyone to see. She had given her last cup of milk. Jack would have to tell his grandmother the sad news. Exhausted, Jack shuffled on his weak legs toward the last two hay bales where he lay down and curled up to rest. Within seconds he was in a deep sleep.
 “Jack,” a sweet voice whispered in his ear. “I need your help. You are the only one who can. You have to quickly plant the last of the seeds.”
 “I don’t have any seeds,” mumbled Jack. “No water.”
 “Yes you do, Jack. I’ll tell you do have the seeds.”
 “I told you. No water. No seeds.” Jack rolled into a different position. “Let me sleep.”
 “No time to sleep. You have work to do.” Jack tuned out the voice this is no time to think. He would have to face his frail, elderly grandmother with the news that Milky Way is dry.
 “Dry. What is dry, Jack? Explain to me this dry.”
 “No water. No seeds. No milk. And soon no cow.”
 “I fix. You rest. Help is coming. Keep dreaming.” A snigger behind her had the Winter Fairy breaking contact with Jack.
 “What’s so funny, Kai?” She waved her wand at her friend.
 Kai ruffled his feathers. “I told you your mad idea wouldn’t work. You didn’t heed my advice.”
 Winter Fairy folded her arms across her ample chest, tapped her foot on the floor, and waved her wand at him. “So you believed I failed. You believe you can do better.”
 “Of course I can,” Kai stuck out the feathers on his chest while prancing along the perch. “I don’t have my mind clogged with the thought of your supply of chocolate running out.”
 “So I like chocolate. What of it?”
 “You have to look at this with a clear mind. Part of your plan has credence but you aren’t pulling it together,” hedged Kai, not wanting to anger Winter Fairy.
 “Let the battle begin,” Winter twirled her wand then aimed it at Kai splintering the perch beneath his claws.
 “Ahh! Not fair.” He ruffled his night dark feathers back into place. “This is war, your fairyness.” Kai picked his way across the room, hiding behind furniture out of sight of the wand, where the fairy couldn’t aim her wand at him.
 “Cat! Cat! Who let in the cat?” Kai let forth the loud roar of a line he’d perfected.
 “Where?” screeched Winter Fairy, waving her wand around ready to zap the lion.
 Kai made his escape before the Winter Fairy realized she’d been tricked. “Fooled you. Fooled you,” chanted Kai, on his way out of the window.
 “Why you...? You’ll pay for that nasty trick.” She took a deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves. Her heart beat fast at the thought of coming face to face with a ferocious lion. How did she fall for that trick once again?
 Kai’s raucous laugh echoed back to Winter Fairy until he was out of sight of Fairy Castle. He made his way to the farm where Jack slept. There was plenty of time to put his plan into action.
 Princess Zelene paced the floor of her castle. The last giant had perished in a blizzard while on earth at his favorite skiing mountain. Now, she was left to take care of the family chocolate factory. She didn’t know what to do. The stream of chocolate stopped flowing into the factory tanks to be processed into different shapes and flavors.
  Easter was approaching with freight train speed. Children all over the world were placing orders for Easter eggs. She didn’t want to disappoint the children. This is all the giant’s fault. He should have stayed to fix the problem. But no. His enjoyment of flashing across icy cold snow down dangerous slopes more fun than making chocolate.
 “Where is Winter Fairy? She promised to solve my problems.”
 “Well, there’s a slight hitch,” puffed Winter Fairy. “Jack isn’t responding to my pleas.”
 “What are you doing wrong? Jack has to fix the problem. His grandfather started our downfall. He took our treasures away from us.”
 “Treasures? What treasures? No one told me about any treasures,’ Winter Fairy moaned her displeasure of being kept in the dark.
 “Yes. Jack’s grandfather took some of our gold, the golden hen and the musical harp. My grandfather was killed when he tried to retrieve our possessions.”
 “Hmm! I’m missing parts of this situation. Kai was right. Not that I’ll tell him.” Winter Fairy disappeared. She had to research her fairy stories.
 “Hey. Where are you going? I needed your help, yesterday.” Princess Zelene stomped out of the room. “Fairies aren’t what they’re all cracked up to what they used to be. Give me a real fairy godmother.”
 “You called, Princess.” A dazzling, glittering fairy godmother appeared. Her golden star twinkled at the point of her wand. Her crown encrusted with gemstones.
 “Who are you? Where did you come from?”
 “I was Cinderella’s fairy godmother. She disappointed me. Her stepmother told me she ran away with a giant.”
 “She did. That’s interesting. Did Prince Charming marry one of her stepsisters?”
 “No. He refused to marry any of the choices his father presented to him. His father disowned the prince and he left the castle to follow a different future.”
 “So why are you here?”
 “You called for a fairy godmother. What problem do you have?”
 “The river of chocolate has stopped flowing. We can’t fill our orders for Easter eggs. We can make sugar eggs,” wailed Princess Zelene.
 “Oh, dear. that’s a disaster. I love my dark chocolate with ginger pieces.” The fair godmother waved her wand over Princess Zelene from head to toe. Her wand started pinging. “Hmm. that’s interesting. Where’s your mother, Princess?”
 “My mother died. Why?”
 “Are there any photographs?”
 “The giant locked them in the dungeons the day his wife died. He hid the key. No one can open the door.”
 “Key,” whispered Winter Fairy listening in on her magic mirror. “Kai. I have to track him down. He’s the keeper of the key.”
  But Kai was busy setting his plans into action. He had found the hidden seeds in the barn in an old boiled sweet tin pushed back tight in the rafters. He set to work to plant them beneath the barn.
 Searching the loft where hay was once stored Kai found the secret trap door in the floor. He opened the door to find the harp and a storage of gold.
 “At last I’m free,’ sang the harp. “To be able to see the light of day. To smell the roses. To breathe clean air.”
 “Will you keep down the noise?” whispered Kai. “Or I’ll lock the door. We don’t want to wake Jack.”
 “Jack? Is he the new giant?”
  “No. there are no giants here. Where’s the hen?”
 “Haven’t seen her in a long while. Am I going home?”
  “That’s the plan. That is, if you don’t wake Jack.”
  “When do I leave? I want to do home to the fresh clean smelling castle. I want to be able to sniff all the aromas from the kitchen. Hay and cow dung is blocking my sinuses.”
 “Though your singing is a bit flat.”
 “I never sing off key,” bellowed the harp.
 “I warned you about the noise.” Kai slammed the door shut to muffle the noise.
 “Seeds sprouted. Creaks and cracks sounded in the darkness. Kai peeked out of the window in the hay loft. The barn slowly rose from the ground taking with it Jack, and Milky Way, the cow.
 The smell of creamy hot chocolate stirred Jack. His stomach complained to be fed. Brilliant sunlight shone through the door of the hay loft. Fragrance of the flowers fought with the tantalizing aroma which had Jack opening his eyes to search out the divine flavors. Standing Jack walked to the door. Shock tautened every muscle of his body. Where was he? He wasn’t at home.”
 “Welcome, Jack,” announced Fairy Godmother. “I thought you were going to sleep all day.”
 Jack wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands. “Who are you? Where am I?”
 “You’re on Chocolate Moore.”
 “Where’s Chocolate Moore? How did I get here?”
 “Not to worry, Jack. You must be hungry,” Fairy Godmother took Jack by the arm to lead him to the castle. Took him to the kitchen where food had been set on the table for him to eat.
 Jack stared at the food, his stomach grumbled while he licked his lips savoring the aroma. Years had passed since he’d seen so much food set out on a table
“How many people are you expecting?” croaked Jack, his voice forced past over his salivary taste buds.
 “Why? Only you, Jack,” answered Fairy Godmother. “Haven’t we prepared enough food to satisfy your hunger? Enough drinks to slake your thirst?” She picked up her wand. “I can zap up some more food for you. What have I forgotten to serve?”
“No, more food, thank you. I can’t believe I’m saying that. Has anyone seen my grandmother? I haven’t seen her.” Worried where she was. Wanting to share his good fortune with her.
 “She’s still at the farm,” announced Kai, flying into the kitchen. “Didn’t have enough seeds to bring the house as well as the barn.” He landed on the back of a chair.
 “And who might you be? You haven’t been invited? Where did you come from?” Fairy Godmother fired questions at him. There hadn’t been any black bird in her story.
“Sorry to intervene, your fairyship. But I’m the key you need to marry these two factions to make a whole.”
“Please speak plain English.” Fairy Godmother was confused.
“Excuse me,” Jack broke into the conversation. Two sets of eyes stared at him. “While you sort out the puzzle may I have some food?”
 “As you wish,” replied Fairy Godmother. Turns her attention back to Kai. “I’m waiting.”
 “Cut an apple in half, Jack,” ordered Kai.
 Jack did as asked and placed both halves on the table in front of Kai.
 “Here we have two halves,” began Kai. “The one on the left is ‘Jack And The Bean Pole. The other half is ‘Cinderella’s story. To join the two together to make a whole, I’m the key to unravel the puzzle. Are you with me so far?” Fairy Godmother nodded.
 “Jack isn’t Jack,” stated Kai.
 “I’m not,” mumbled Jack, his mouth filled with food and a chicken leg half way to his mouth.
 “You’re the disowned Prince Charming.”
 “I am?” said a surprised Jack.
 “He is? How do you know?” Fairy Godmother had been searching for the prince.
 “I’m the key. It’s my job to know.” Kai proudly applied his knowledge.
 “Your Princess Zelene is the former Cinderella, who was disposed of by her stepmother.”
 “The witch lied,” growled growled Fairy Godmother. “Made everyone feel sorry for her supposed loss. I’ll deal with her later.”
 “Carry on. I’m interested in what else you have to say,” said Jack, interested in finding his stolen Cinderella.
 “So that’s why he didn’t know about the seeds,’ chortled Winter Fairy, appearing in the kitchen.
 “Who are you?” snapped Fairy Godmother. “Why are you here?”
 “Winter Fairy. Here to solve the chocolate problem.”
 “This puzzle has more twists and turns than a mountain road,” interjected Jack.
 “I’d like to know how you were able to find the seeds, Kai,” stormed Winter Fairy.
 Kai stood proud while he explained. “The seeds were in the barn along with the musical harp and some golden coins.”
 “Coins? But, didn’t the goose lay golden eggs?’ inquired Fairy Godmother.
 “The giant had a hen, not a goose,” stated Kai. “He made the eggs into coins.”
 “Where’s the evidence?” snorted Winter Fairy.
 “In the barn,” replied Kai. “I suppose I had better let the harp free.” Kai flew from the kitchen with everyone following.
 “Who are all you people?” A confused Princess Zelene asked, when they all came out of the castle. “Who owns the barn?”
 “Jack does,” replied everyone.
 “Hello, Cinderella,” said Jack, moving toward her. “I’ve found you at last.”
 “Prince Charming?” stuttered Princess Zelene. “How did you get here?”
 “I’m waiting for the pieces to fall into place.” Jack turned to find the others making their way to the barn. “We’d better catch up with the others or we’ll miss a piece of this confusing puzzle.” Both set off toward the barn. They arrived in time to hear a commotion.
 “About time you opened the door. I’m absolutely fed up being locked in the dark. Help me out of here,” yelled the harp, brushing cob webs from his strings.
 “Hand up the bags of coins to me,” ordered Kai.
 “Not on your life, buster,’ growled Harp. “I’m out of this dust hole first.”
 “Okay. Bring a bag when you come out. I’ll let down the ladder for you.”
 “How uncouth. I don’t want any scratches on my varnished wood.”
 “Stand aside,Kai,” yelled Fairy Godmother. “I’ll sort him out.” When Kai had moved out of the way she zapped a hole in the floor on the loft. The harp came tumbling through the hole with the bags of coins.
 “Earth quake. Earth quake,” shouted Harp, as he fell to the floor of the barn. “Where am I?” He looked at the strangers.
 “You’re on Chocolate Moore,” answered Princess Zelene.
 Home! Yeah! I’m finally home. I must go to play for the giant.” Harp stood to make his way to the castle. Everyone stared at him.
 “What’s wrong? Am I out of tune?”
 “There’s no giant,” said Princess Zelene. “He was killed in a ski accident.”
 “He was.” Disbelief rang in every cord. Princess Zelene nodded.
 “Yippee!” Harp ran out of the barn.
 “One happy customer,” announced Winter Fairy.
 “By my reckoning we have two missing pieces,” said Fairy Godmother. “Where is Jack? Where’s the goose?”
 “Hen,” supplied Kai.
 “Hmm! I have my suspicions,” Winter Fairy surmised. She waved her wand at Kai. Surprised gasps echoed around the barn as Jack landed on the floor. Milky Way rushed over to lick him.
“So where’s the hen?” asked Prince Charming Jack.
“That’s another story,” surmised Fairy Godmother. “Searching for the missing hen. Who is likely to have hidden her away?”
     “Don’t ask me replied the real Jack. I have to make the river of chocolate flow to make Easter eggs.” He walked away. Jack able to use his legs to walk not his arm for wings to fly. Free from living with the Winter Fairy, her castle too cold and dark, tired of her zapping every time she wasn’t happy, not happy like the Fairy Godmother who looked so gentle and peaceful. Jack walked up the hill to find out why the chocolate had stopped flowing to the factory, to his surprise he found the musical Harp at the top of the hill playing a merry tune, spurts of chocolate breaking the hardened surface of the river to flow down over the crust toward the factory. He sat on the grass beside Harp.
 “How did you make the chocolate flow? I was suppose to be the one to fix the problem.” Jack fascinated, watched the spurts of chocolate bubble to life, melt the hardened crust to begin with a trickle, flow at a faster rate until the river had set a fast pace to reach the factory, the workers whistling tune matched the one Harp placed.
 “We only have to find the goose,” said Jack. “You wouldn’t know where she has been hiding? We didn’t find her at the farm.” Worried the story wasn’t fully stitched together, a gap held the information of where the hen had disappeared to.
 “She’ll be along any second. But the duck won’t be pleased. Do you hear that?’
 “No. What am I listening for?’
 “Hen is approaching. Mister Duck is banging his wings on the ground, tears flow over his beak, his supplier of gold he used to make his fortune has flown the coop, his piles of money with shrink, if he doesn’t find another way to make money.” Harp changed his tune, calling the hen home, blocking out where she had traveled, not wanting Mister Duck to trace her, to come here to take her back to his money bins to lay more golden eggs.
 “Which Mister Duck are you talking about? There wasn’t anyone of that name in our area.”
 “Scrooge McDuck. He paid the Burgle boys to snatch her from the farm, for which they were paid handsomely.”
 “How can he infringe into a fairy story? That’s not the way things are done.” complained Jack, moments before he was hit from behind be Hen crash landing into his back.
 “Still can’t fly properly,” Harp joked with Hen. “You took your time.”
 “Had to hitch a few lifts to reach here. Old Scrooge had plucked a few of my feathers.”
 She ruffled what was left of her feathers then turned to Jack,”Sorry. I didn’t hurt you, did I? The last lift dropped me instead of coming in for a landing. She said chocolate made her sick.”
 “I’m fine, thank you. Pleased you made good time. I’m Jack.”
 “Sure you are. I’d know you any where. Are you friends with the giant?”
 “The giant doesn’t exist on Chocolate Moore. Prince Charming and Cinderella are here.” began Jack, to explain to the Hen what she had missed.
 “You mean Cinderella has finally married Prince Charming? How sweet. Where are they? I must go and congratulate them.”
 “I didn’t say...” was as far as Jack was at to explain the tale to Hen, she rushed off to find the happy couple.
 “Don’t worry,” chuckled Harp. “Hen never waits to hear the end of any story. Just settle back and relax. We’ve done our part, the rest of the puzzle will sort out where all the pieces fit.