Mummy, I’m going to tell you a story, said The Curly Mop.
Once upon a time there was a castle.
This is Sleeping Beauti-fully.
She pricked her finger on the spinny-widdle. And she went to sleep.
Then she heard steps outside the door. Step step step.
It was the witch!
Then there was a fairy godmother. Because Cinderella wanted to go to the ball.
The witch turned into a boy. He was the prince and he and Cinderella danced. La la la la.
Her prince was Flynn Rider.
They wivved happy after.
But then there was a monster crocodile...
My gosh, this is an amazing story, I interrupted.
Be quiet, that isn’t the end yet.
They danced and got married.
Proud or horrified?