The scene opens on a beautiful meadow, as two sisters gaze at it from the front of their new house.
"Wow."
"Mmm."
"Wow."
"Mm-hmm."
"Wow."
"Yes, Blonda. I see it. It's amazing."
Wanda and Blonda Fairywinkle floated in front of a large two-story house, enjoying the wondrous view.
"So Wanda, when you said you wanted an open view, you didn't think you'd get a wide open view, did you?"
Blonda took a deep breath.
"Ah. A fairy can breath out here. Did your sister deliver, or did your sister deliver?"
"Oh, my sister delivered."
"And let me remind you, it wasn't easy."
Wanda rolled her eyes, "Because a lot of other fairies had their eyes on this place."
"You better believe they did, every single one of them."
"Mm-hmm," Wanda grabbed her arm and floated them to the other side of the house, "You did good. And the neighborhood is awesome."
It certainly was. There were mothers walking down the street and talking to one another while they pushed their babies in strollers. Older kids were playing tag. One couple sat on a bench in front of their house and kissed. And a young boy was helping his father clean the windows.
It was as perfect as it could possibly be.
Blonda glanced at her sister and noticed her frowning slightly.
"You do like it, don't you?," Blonda asked.
Wanda's eyes widened and she turned to her sister, "No no no, I do, I do. I really do like it. And I appreciate that you went through so much trouble to find this place for me. But Blonda," she floated to the back of the house and her sister followed, "I know the neighborhood is desirable with the great schools and the amazing view, but do I really need so much space?"
"Wanda, honey, these are your kids we're talking about. They deserve the best. Look look look," Blonda waved her wand and poofed herself inside the house, "They'll wake up," she opened the door and rubbed her eyes as if she had just woken up, "Open up the door and they see a unicorn! Grazing right outside their house!"
Wanda laughed at her sister's enthusiasm. She floated over to her and a finger to her lips.
"Shh, you're gonna wake them up."
"Oh, right, right."
They both flew inside.
Wanda slowly opened the door to the nursery and she and Blonda floated inside. There were six cribs in the room, each one holding a little bundle of joy.
They smiled as they watched the babies sleep peacefully.
"Aw, they're dreaming," Wanda smiled.
"You know, you still have to name them."
"Oh, you're right. I better go get that book on baby names," Wanda floated out of the room.
"I like Timmy," Blonda thought out-loud.
Wanda floated back into the room, "Timmy? Fine, I'll name one Timmy, but I'd really like one of them to be Oprah."
"Just think, Wanda, you're actually a parent!," Blonda nearly squealed.
"Yeah," Wanda smiled. Then a thought came across her mind, "What if they don't like me?"
"Wanda, darling, you have six children," Blonda floated out the door, "Odds are, at least one is bound to like you."
Wanda sighed as she left the room herself, "Probably right. What was I even thinking? They're my children, of course they'll love me."
As she finished her last sentence, she opened the front door to get some fresh air.
But she stopped at the door frame.
She looked around, and the once happy environment was now empty.
"Where'd everybody go?"
She turned around and saw a swirl of blonde hair from the back porch.
Wanda opened the back door, "Hey Blonda, did you see where the neighbors went?"
Blonda didn't answer.
She just floated in mid-air, her eyes as wide as dinner plates as she looked upwards.
Wanda looked at her questionably. She looked up at where her sister was staring.
Wanda gasped.
A gigantic, purple dragon, as tall as Wanda's house, was looking down at them with a hungry look in his eyes. A small flame escaped from his nose.
"Blonda, get inside the house, Blonda," Wanda whisper-shouted.
Blonda didn't move.
"Blonda, the kids will be fine. Just get inside, you, right now."
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Blonda darted towards the door.
The dragon roared and began to strike.
"NO!"
Wanda tried to save her sister, but the dragon swung its large tail, and Wanda crashed through the window and hit her head against the wall.
She fell to the floor, unconscious.
ROAR!
Hours later, the sun had gone down and nighttime had begun.
Wanda still laid on the floor. She seemed to be coming out of it, as she began muttering to herself.
Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she immediately got up.
"BLONDA!"
She flew up the stairs, and her eyes darted around the area. The dragon had destroyed much of the beautiful house.
Her eyes landed on the nursery. The door was open a crack.
"Blonda?"
Wanda slowly floated towards the nursery door.
She opened it up all the way, and gasped in horror.
All of the cribs were either broken, knocked over, or burned by dragon fire.
And none of the babies were there.
She looked down at the floor and gasped again.
Blonde's feather boa lay on the floor, partly burnt.
She picked it up, dumbfounded.
"Blonda," she sniffed.
Her sister was the only family she had left after her father passed away, and now she was gone too.
Wanda sat down and put her face in her hands. She began sobbing her heart out.
Her parents were gone, her sister was gone, and all of her children were gone.
Suddenly, she heard the faint sound of a baby crying.
Wanda stopped crying and looked around the room in confusion.
Then she realized the sound was coming from the closet.
She floated over to it and opened it up.
There was one of her children, wrapped up in a pink blanket crying.
Wanda had no idea how he ended up in there, but just to see one of her children still alive made Wanda ecstatic.
She carefully lifted him up and cradled her infant son in her arms.
"There there. It's ok, mommy's here. Mommy's got you."
She stroked the small patch of brown hair atop his head.
He stopped crying and looked up at his mother with big blue eyes.
"I promise, I won't let anything happen to you. Timmy."