With a crazed gleam in her eye, she stirred the boiling bowl of dragon toenails while listening to the storm whistle. CRACK! P'ran swore. The roof had blown off again. She needed a princess—and she knew where to get one. Grabbing her cloak of invisibility, and her seven league boots, she stuffed her heavy-duty purse with the basic essentials. A spare wand, a tube of 'flamboyantly red' lipstick, a jar of worms, her indispensable spell book, and a pink fairy dress. Of course, she was an evil witch, but the fairy disguise always made her look a little friendlier. She was going to the castle, where the new princess was being christened. She would kidnap the baby. Everyone knew that princesses were good luck. And the castle was exactly seven leagues away; very convenient for her magical boots. When she arrived, she changed into her dress—which itched. She walked through the crowd up to the stage, where she pulled the cloak of invisibility over her shoulders. No-one noticed her; they were too busy staring at the king, who was making an extremely stuffy speech.
"And then we also decided to name her Rose, because her mother likes roses…GET IT? So in the end her full name turned out to be… ahem Puuuuhhhrincess Metalia Ruby Elizabeth Guinevere Bertha Rose, and we're going to call her ROSIE for short."
P'ran smiled evilly. The dolt was finally finished. She leapt noiselessly onto the stage, where she could see the baby in her cradle. Poor Rosie looked practically stifled in layers of pink lace and purple ribbons. She just lay there, looking slightly ill while courtiers lined up to kiss her on the cheek. P'ran leaned over the nearest female, and dumped the jar of worms over her head. During the confusion that followed, P'ran snatched the baby, and escaped.
THE END
(maybe)