"Come," he said to Coal Black. "We are going into the forest," He carried Coal Black kicking and screaming deeper and deeper into the forest, then he grabbed her shoulder.
"Not my no no area!"
"Shut up food!"
"What are you talking about? Are you going to eat me?"
"Sorry, that was a typo."
"Awwwwwwwww."
"She wants you killed. Those were my orders and I want to kill you."
He laid her on top of a flat stone and tied her up. He closed his eyes and he lifted his axe and slammed it down. Opening his eyes he missed by a long shot.
"Wow, you suck man!" uttered Coal Black. He got mad and slammed the axe down really hard. His eyes filled with tears.
"I can't believe I did that!" he giggled.
Coal Black looked up to see the axe stuck in the hobo's leg. She started to laugh her head off. Getting up she ran away stumbling from laughing so hard. The hobo, was ashamed of what he did. So then he killed a small deer and took its head back to the Queen. The Queen was very pleased, (and also kind of slow). She was now the fairest and the creepiest in the land (of the DEER anyways...)
Meanwhile, Coal Black ran deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally, when it was growing dark, she came to a large mansion.
She knocked, but there was no one there.
"I wonder who lives here," she said. She pushed the French doors open.
What a sight met her eyes! The large mansion was very neat and tidy. Plates and cups were sitting nicely in the huge cupboard and the table was not still laid from breakfast. She was very surprised to find that there was seven hundred of everything: seven hundred cups, seven hundred plates, seven hundred knives, seven hundred forks and seven hundred beds and chairs.
She decided to throw a Greek wedding, which was sure to mess up the house, but never came to her attention. She went to town to ask two people to get married and round up some people for her, they agreed and went with her to the mansion.
All the people were dancing and drinking in the background. The ritual of sacrificing chickens was over but chickens were running around without heads. Just then she was pouring herself a couple of more dozen drinks cup hopped out of the it.
"Hi, my name is Crack," said the little fellow. Then all the cups and dishes got up and went to meet her.
"Who are you things?" Coal Black said drunkenly.
"We're your imagination talking to you," said the dishes.
"No your not, ya hippies!!" she said as she smashed them into pieces.
"UMPA!"
Coal Black was very tired, so since she was upstairs, in the newly messed up bedroom, she fell asleep on one of the beds covered with chips and smelly clothes.