Plots

“Well, Sludgepipe, my trusted minion, how shall we do it? Apple? Enchanted spindle?”

“Er, sorry, mum. They’re inspecting apples since that White business. And the princess has got a thimble. Yellow Fairy gave it her, I think.”

“Curses! How can we murder the princess now?”

“A sword, mum?”

“A sw-what?”

“We take a sword and hit her in the head, mum.”

“Sludgepipe. How gauche.”

“Sorry, mum.”

This story was written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Chimera 66 challenge.