EPILOGUE
Eight Years Later. . .
"Take that!" Sabrina karate-chopped the huge tiger right between the eyes. A loud crunch could be heard from the spot in which the blow had been struck. A moment passed. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, his head twirled around for a few seconds, and he collapsed onto one of the huge crates filled with steaks. The alley was empty and dark and all that could be seen of Sabrina was her golden hair for she wore dark clothing. A slightly shorter woman with short, dark hair flashed by, chased by an equally-large lion. In her hand was a long stick - a wand - which she whipped around with expert skill. It wasn't two seconds before the lion was laid on the ground next to the tiger. The ladies sat heaving, breathing in the cold Winter air. At last, the third of their party appeared in the alley.
"That's the last of them," he huffed.
"I guess Ferryport Landing will be eating steak forever," Daphne said.
"At least as long as I'm here. . . which, if I'm correct, will be forever!" Puck exclaimed triumphantly.
Sabrina grinned and, on an impulse, lunged at Puck. He nearly fell over as she wrapped her arms around him and took him in a huge embrace. It was so unexpected that Puck stood there, wide-eyed and stock-still.
"Hug back," Daphne whispered pointedly in his direction.
And so he did, wrapping his arms around her awkwardly. Recoiling from the embrace, Sabrina backed away, blushing furiously.
Unanticipatedly, Puck began to rummage through his pockets, "Stinkpot, I've been thinking about this for a long, long time. But, well, a king's got to think of a good speech. And, unfortunately, chimpanzee's aren't best known for their speech-writing-qualities. I've tried to ask you through pranks. But, well, Henry kept setting off the traps," he visibly shuttered as if thinking of a horrible memory, "But now seems as good a time as any, right? So…" he opened up the tiny box from which he had dug from his pocket. It held a golden ring set with a small diamond. "Do you think. . . I mean, would you. . . could you. . . if it's possible. . . um. . . well, you see. . . I was hoping. . . that, possibly, maybe, you could marry me. . . Stinkpot?"
A few seconds of silence stretched into a minute, and then two. Sabrina just stood there, stock-still. Her breathing was normal, Puck noticed, and she seemed to be shivering, but that was because it was cold… he hoped, at least. He was just about to tell her that it was all a prank - his foolproof rejection line. He cleared his throat, and looked into her eyes. But he didn't, because his lips were met with hers. She kissed him passionately, releasing him only to promise him over and over again that she would marry him. Daphne skipped away from the couple happily, humming to herself.
Sabrina stepped back and whispered, "And we all lived happily, ever after. . ."
The End!