-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Princess and the Pea Chapter 18
Eighteen is out!
Chapter 18:
“But that’s impossible!” Fiona exclaimed. “You…You had locked them in that one room house! You…”
“Don’t ‘you’ me!” Linda shouted. “I did my job perfectly well. How about you? You foolishly let two so-called ‘ordinary’ peasants inside my castle!”
“I’m sorry, Linda, but I didn’t know…!” Fiona’s head was turning. She always felt nauseous when Linda got mad.
“My mother is going to be so angry. And you know perfectly well what she does to people like you.” Linda raised an eyebrow.
Fiona gulped. She did know. Everyone knew Helen’s cruelty. She would throw any suspicious person into the dungeon without a second glance.
“I might be able to forgive you, Fiona, but I do not know about my mother. Just be thankful that you are my favourite cousin.”
“I feel grateful, Linda.” Fiona whimpered.
“So go off, now. Shoo. You don’t need to show me your report. Just go and fix the problem you started. Throw Marilynn and Samson into the dungeon before my mother comes back.”
“Yes, Linda.” And off she went.
…
“Aha!” Marilynn exclaimed triumphantly. “I found something!”
“What do you mean?” Samson hushed. “You mean, about the pea? Well, I don’t see anything unusual about it.”
“Silence, Prince Samson. Look at this,” Princess Marilynn drew her finger over the creases on the pea. “That’s one crease, skip two millimetres, two creases, skip two millimetres…All the way to six creases, and skip two millimetres.”
“So? It’s probably just a coincidental pattern. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Oh? What have your parents taught you as a child? This is a witch code.” Marilynn began to recite: “The witch code was passed down generation to generation in witch clans. They follow certain patterns to mean different things. The most common witch code is shown on everyday items. They use creases and skips to show their message.”
“Wow.” Samson was impressed.
“My parents taught me how to decode them, too. You know, just in case. So let me see…This one means…” Marilynn paused. “Touch…The…Second…Crease…Three…Times…To…Let…The…Prison-
ers…Out.”
“The second crease, it says?” Samson frowned.
“Here, let me do it.” Marilynn tapped the second crease in the pea once, twice, then three times.
The two of them waited for it to happen.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Chapter 18:
“But that’s impossible!” Fiona exclaimed. “You…You had locked them in that one room house! You…”
“Don’t ‘you’ me!” Linda shouted. “I did my job perfectly well. How about you? You foolishly let two so-called ‘ordinary’ peasants inside my castle!”
“I’m sorry, Linda, but I didn’t know…!” Fiona’s head was turning. She always felt nauseous when Linda got mad.
“My mother is going to be so angry. And you know perfectly well what she does to people like you.” Linda raised an eyebrow.
Fiona gulped. She did know. Everyone knew Helen’s cruelty. She would throw any suspicious person into the dungeon without a second glance.
“I might be able to forgive you, Fiona, but I do not know about my mother. Just be thankful that you are my favourite cousin.”
“I feel grateful, Linda.” Fiona whimpered.
“So go off, now. Shoo. You don’t need to show me your report. Just go and fix the problem you started. Throw Marilynn and Samson into the dungeon before my mother comes back.”
“Yes, Linda.” And off she went.
…
“Aha!” Marilynn exclaimed triumphantly. “I found something!”
“What do you mean?” Samson hushed. “You mean, about the pea? Well, I don’t see anything unusual about it.”
“Silence, Prince Samson. Look at this,” Princess Marilynn drew her finger over the creases on the pea. “That’s one crease, skip two millimetres, two creases, skip two millimetres…All the way to six creases, and skip two millimetres.”
“So? It’s probably just a coincidental pattern. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Oh? What have your parents taught you as a child? This is a witch code.” Marilynn began to recite: “The witch code was passed down generation to generation in witch clans. They follow certain patterns to mean different things. The most common witch code is shown on everyday items. They use creases and skips to show their message.”
“Wow.” Samson was impressed.
“My parents taught me how to decode them, too. You know, just in case. So let me see…This one means…” Marilynn paused. “Touch…The…Second…Crease…Three…Times…To…Let…The…Prison-
ers…Out.”
“The second crease, it says?” Samson frowned.
“Here, let me do it.” Marilynn tapped the second crease in the pea once, twice, then three times.
The two of them waited for it to happen.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Princess and the Pea Chapter 17
A bit late. Oh well.
Chapter 17:
Marilynn and Samson were silent for a moment. They could not believe their eyes. Marilynn was the first to speak. “The pea…The pea is the key?”
Samson stared at the tiny little pea. He frowned at it, thinking about how the heck a pea would be the key. “It might not be my mother’s pea,” he said. “It might be…”
“Whether it is or is not your mother’s pea, it’s the key, so we must analyze it.” Marilynn was very serious.
“Well, just stupidly looking at it won’t help.”
“Fine, then.” Marilynn took the pea out from the box and held it up to her face. It was just an ordinary pea. She sniffed it. “Eww,” she said. “It’s gone bad.”
“The witches like rotten things. It’s not so surprising.” Samson rolled his eyes.
The two continued to examine it.
…
The witch Fiona quickly made it down the halls, knowing that Linda would explode if she was late for reporting. She grimaced. She hated Linda, for she was the most horrible witch she knew. Rumours were that Linda’s mother, the head witch Helen Crosby, had killed her mother. But those were rumours, right? Fiona shook her head. She needed to focus.
Fiona made it into the reporting room. Linda was there, waiting for her. Fiona was shocked. Linda looked so frightening. Her figure was enveloped with dark energy.
“Fiona, you’re exactly thirty milliseconds late. What do you have to say for yourself?” Linda growled at her cousin.
“I am sorry, Linda. My watch doesn’t seem to be exact.”
“Then throw it out and get a new one. The next time you’re late; it’s off to the dungeon for you.”
“Yes, Linda.” Fiona kept her head down.
Linda growled again. “And is it true that you were stupid enough to let peasants into the castle?”
Fiona whimpered. “Um, yes, but…”
“But…? There is no but!”
Fiona made her voice more assertive. “Those peasants were devoted patrons to our ways, Linda. We must let the humans respect us. Or else our empire will not last long.”
Linda snorted. “Do not question our ways, cousin. But is it true that you let Princess Marilynn and Prince Samson in?”
Fiona’s eyes opened wide. “What?”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Chapter 17:
Marilynn and Samson were silent for a moment. They could not believe their eyes. Marilynn was the first to speak. “The pea…The pea is the key?”
Samson stared at the tiny little pea. He frowned at it, thinking about how the heck a pea would be the key. “It might not be my mother’s pea,” he said. “It might be…”
“Whether it is or is not your mother’s pea, it’s the key, so we must analyze it.” Marilynn was very serious.
“Well, just stupidly looking at it won’t help.”
“Fine, then.” Marilynn took the pea out from the box and held it up to her face. It was just an ordinary pea. She sniffed it. “Eww,” she said. “It’s gone bad.”
“The witches like rotten things. It’s not so surprising.” Samson rolled his eyes.
The two continued to examine it.
…
The witch Fiona quickly made it down the halls, knowing that Linda would explode if she was late for reporting. She grimaced. She hated Linda, for she was the most horrible witch she knew. Rumours were that Linda’s mother, the head witch Helen Crosby, had killed her mother. But those were rumours, right? Fiona shook her head. She needed to focus.
Fiona made it into the reporting room. Linda was there, waiting for her. Fiona was shocked. Linda looked so frightening. Her figure was enveloped with dark energy.
“Fiona, you’re exactly thirty milliseconds late. What do you have to say for yourself?” Linda growled at her cousin.
“I am sorry, Linda. My watch doesn’t seem to be exact.”
“Then throw it out and get a new one. The next time you’re late; it’s off to the dungeon for you.”
“Yes, Linda.” Fiona kept her head down.
Linda growled again. “And is it true that you were stupid enough to let peasants into the castle?”
Fiona whimpered. “Um, yes, but…”
“But…? There is no but!”
Fiona made her voice more assertive. “Those peasants were devoted patrons to our ways, Linda. We must let the humans respect us. Or else our empire will not last long.”
Linda snorted. “Do not question our ways, cousin. But is it true that you let Princess Marilynn and Prince Samson in?”
Fiona’s eyes opened wide. “What?”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Comic Strip Number 17
Define nerd. Fine, too hard? Define COMMON NERD.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
The joy of learning...
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Monday, January 18, 2010
The Seven Sins: #1-Pride
Pride is a horrible thing, in my opinion. Yuck. I hate arrogant people who think they're oh so great and powerful and mighty, especially when they actually aren't. I bet others hate them too. No wonder pride is one of the seven sins. (Pride, greed, gluttony, envy, lust, anger, sloth...)
Are you a proud person? If you don't know, quickly take this test:
1. Do you think you're the best?
a) Of course
b) Sure...
c) No.
2. If someone around you is hurt, do you help them?
a) Why bother? It's their fault.
b) Too lazy.
c) Of course.
3. How many friends do you have?
a) A darn lot! Everyone likes me. ^_^
b) I have friends.
c) Not many, but that's fine.
Mostly A's? You're proud and pompous. B's? You're in between. C's? Congratulations, you're pure. And even if you hesitated between A and B, god bless your soul. You need it.
OK, arrogant people. This is for you: You're awesome, okay, we get it. You're the best and everyone is your follower. You will rule the flipping world one day. Okay, what next? Look, nobody cares. You can stop flaunting yourself, because nobody cares. You might truly be better than all of us, but don't you have better thing to do instead? Nobody cares. You get it? NOBODY FREAKING CARES.
So please, do the world a favour, and get rid of your arrogance. Everyone will like you better if you're modest
and humble. Vanity, narcissism...We don't need all that. Sure, you're pretty and good-looking, but do we really
need another reminder?
Point said.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Are you a proud person? If you don't know, quickly take this test:
1. Do you think you're the best?
a) Of course
b) Sure...
c) No.
2. If someone around you is hurt, do you help them?
a) Why bother? It's their fault.
b) Too lazy.
c) Of course.
3. How many friends do you have?
a) A darn lot! Everyone likes me. ^_^
b) I have friends.
c) Not many, but that's fine.
Mostly A's? You're proud and pompous. B's? You're in between. C's? Congratulations, you're pure. And even if you hesitated between A and B, god bless your soul. You need it.
OK, arrogant people. This is for you: You're awesome, okay, we get it. You're the best and everyone is your follower. You will rule the flipping world one day. Okay, what next? Look, nobody cares. You can stop flaunting yourself, because nobody cares. You might truly be better than all of us, but don't you have better thing to do instead? Nobody cares. You get it? NOBODY FREAKING CARES.
So please, do the world a favour, and get rid of your arrogance. Everyone will like you better if you're modest
and humble. Vanity, narcissism...We don't need all that. Sure, you're pretty and good-looking, but do we really
need another reminder?
Point said.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Comic Strip Number 16
I don't have anything against Taylor Swift. In fact, I love her songs.
But oh well.
But oh well.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Princess and the Pea Chapter 16
Sixteen is a magical number. So I made this chapter longer.
Chapter 16:
“So this is the library. It has a marvellous collection of witch spell books, legends, and potions.” Fiona pointed at the destroyed library with pride. Samson grimaced. The once beautiful place was now coated with slime, sludge, and noxious liquids. The books (the witches replaced them) were rotting. Samson couldn’t believe the witches would do this. But he calmed himself and waited for Fiona’s continuation.
Fiona led Marilynn and Samson down the main hall, and up the stairs. Marilynn was also quite appalled. She couldn’t even describe how disgusting everything looked. She shuddered.
Fiona continued down the halls upstairs, and suddenly stopped at a rusted metal door. Samson frowned. It was once an ornate cedar wood door specially carved by Daffodil Acres’ greatest artisans. Samson narrowed his eyes. This door led to a bedroom, he remembered. And it wasn’t just any room either. This was Lila’s room, the testing room with the twenty mattresses. What was Fiona planning to show them?
“This is my Cousin Linda’s room. Since she is out at the moment, you may come in and see. Please do not touch anything, for Linda is a mild squeamish.”
Princess Marilynn and Prince Samson entered the room. They were surprised, for the room hadn’t changed at all. There were still twenty mattresses piled up sky high. The walls were relatively unharmed in any way, and the room still smelled normal. Huh, Prince Samson thought. At least Linda has a brain.
Suddenly, Fiona sighed and shook her head. “I am sorry, Susanna and Thomas, for I have to leave. I will be back very…Very soon, so you are free to stay here in the meantime. I will come back to get you, so do not go anywhere. Some of the other witches are not as tolerant as I am.” Fiona turned to leave. “Oh yeah, once again, please do not touch anything.” And she disappeared out the door.
The minute she left, Marilynn crouched down and searched under the twentieth mattress, the one on the bottom. “You’re not supposed to touch anything, remember?” Prince Samson hushed.
Marilynn gave him an incredulous look. “Stop being stupid for once, Prince. We can find a lot of precious data here.” She continued searching, but found nothing.
Prince Samson chuckled. “What? Were you looking for the pea my mother put under the mattresses? You actually did feel it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did. But that doesn’t matter anymore. I need the pea because it might be important.”
“Sure, Princess Marilynn. That weird box on the table is important too. That’s so funny.” He started laughing.
Marilynn’s eyes widened. “A weird box is on the table? That’s it, Prince Samson!” She darted to the table. There truly was a ‘weird box’. The box was lapis lazuli, with a velvet cover. It was shaped like a rectangle, and on the box, there were words carved in gold: THE KEY.
“The key, don’t you say?” Marilynn became very excited as she carefully opened the box. This was it. The key…Probably the key to the witches’ entire plan…She was going to see it.
The lid came off, and Marilynn frowned in confusion. In the middle of the box was a small, round pea.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Chapter 16:
“So this is the library. It has a marvellous collection of witch spell books, legends, and potions.” Fiona pointed at the destroyed library with pride. Samson grimaced. The once beautiful place was now coated with slime, sludge, and noxious liquids. The books (the witches replaced them) were rotting. Samson couldn’t believe the witches would do this. But he calmed himself and waited for Fiona’s continuation.
Fiona led Marilynn and Samson down the main hall, and up the stairs. Marilynn was also quite appalled. She couldn’t even describe how disgusting everything looked. She shuddered.
Fiona continued down the halls upstairs, and suddenly stopped at a rusted metal door. Samson frowned. It was once an ornate cedar wood door specially carved by Daffodil Acres’ greatest artisans. Samson narrowed his eyes. This door led to a bedroom, he remembered. And it wasn’t just any room either. This was Lila’s room, the testing room with the twenty mattresses. What was Fiona planning to show them?
“This is my Cousin Linda’s room. Since she is out at the moment, you may come in and see. Please do not touch anything, for Linda is a mild squeamish.”
Princess Marilynn and Prince Samson entered the room. They were surprised, for the room hadn’t changed at all. There were still twenty mattresses piled up sky high. The walls were relatively unharmed in any way, and the room still smelled normal. Huh, Prince Samson thought. At least Linda has a brain.
Suddenly, Fiona sighed and shook her head. “I am sorry, Susanna and Thomas, for I have to leave. I will be back very…Very soon, so you are free to stay here in the meantime. I will come back to get you, so do not go anywhere. Some of the other witches are not as tolerant as I am.” Fiona turned to leave. “Oh yeah, once again, please do not touch anything.” And she disappeared out the door.
The minute she left, Marilynn crouched down and searched under the twentieth mattress, the one on the bottom. “You’re not supposed to touch anything, remember?” Prince Samson hushed.
Marilynn gave him an incredulous look. “Stop being stupid for once, Prince. We can find a lot of precious data here.” She continued searching, but found nothing.
Prince Samson chuckled. “What? Were you looking for the pea my mother put under the mattresses? You actually did feel it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did. But that doesn’t matter anymore. I need the pea because it might be important.”
“Sure, Princess Marilynn. That weird box on the table is important too. That’s so funny.” He started laughing.
Marilynn’s eyes widened. “A weird box is on the table? That’s it, Prince Samson!” She darted to the table. There truly was a ‘weird box’. The box was lapis lazuli, with a velvet cover. It was shaped like a rectangle, and on the box, there were words carved in gold: THE KEY.
“The key, don’t you say?” Marilynn became very excited as she carefully opened the box. This was it. The key…Probably the key to the witches’ entire plan…She was going to see it.
The lid came off, and Marilynn frowned in confusion. In the middle of the box was a small, round pea.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
C.S. Number 15 (Another version)
Here's Comic Strip Number 15...My school assignment.
The quality is bad but I'm sure you can still read it well. ^_^
The quality is bad but I'm sure you can still read it well. ^_^
TTFN.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Comic Strip Number 15
This is actually just a shorter version of my school assignment. Yup, my teacher told us to draw comic strips. That was probably one of the most easiest assignments of my life.
Anyways, here it is:
Anyways, here it is:
Side effects...
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Princess and the Pea Chapter 15
I made Number 15 slightly longer.
Chapter 15:
Everyone went on with the plan. Queen Sandra quietly made her way to her castle and kingdom with the King, while Prince Samson and Princess Marilynn crept back to Daffodil Acres. There were a few witches on guard, but none of them even bothered to look at them. Marilynn smiled. She knew her disguise idea would work.
Entering Daffodil Acres, both Marilynn and Samson gasped. It was horrid. The castle itself was shimmering with evil dark energy, and poisonous plants grew up the outer walls, feeding on it. The castle’s walls were chipped, and the beautiful paint was dripping off, evaporating as it touched the plants.
The castle looked so evil. And it wasn’t the only thing affected by the witches.
The flowers and plants in the garden were all dead. Prince Samson was horrified. His favourite lily, once a lovely shade of red, was now an ugly brown. Strange bugs circled above the garden.
The castle lawns, the walkways, the gates…They were all gone, replaced by rocks, sand, and rusting metal.
The air above the castle was musty, with dark clouds forming above it. That was a typical sign of malevolence. Marilynn shook her head. The place was so beautiful when she last visited.
Prince Samson involuntarily took a step forward. He missed his castle and his kingdom…And he was very angry with the witches for destroying them.
“Halt! Who goes there?” A growling feminine voice shouted. Prince Samson was surprised to see a young witch, who barely stood five feet tall, right in front of him. She was holding a menacing spear.
“Pr…” Prince Samson was about to speak, but Marilynn interrupted him. “We’re just a couple of peasants, ma’am, here to visit Daffodil Acres. We heard of the wonderful things you witches have done with this place, so we wanted to come here to see for ourselves. Isn’t that right…Thomas?”
Prince Samson gave Marilynn an incredulous look, but Marilynn ignored him. She was waiting for the witch’s response. She hoped her lie worked.
The mean look on the witch’s face melted into a smile. “Oh, so you wanted to see? Come with me, then. I will take you on a tour. I’m sure the head witch will not mind. But tell me, what is your name?”
“You may call me…Susanna.” Marilynn pulled that name out from the top of her head.
“Alright then,” The witch said. “I am Fiona, Linda Crosby’s second cousin. Susanna, Thomas…Follow me.”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Chapter 15:
Everyone went on with the plan. Queen Sandra quietly made her way to her castle and kingdom with the King, while Prince Samson and Princess Marilynn crept back to Daffodil Acres. There were a few witches on guard, but none of them even bothered to look at them. Marilynn smiled. She knew her disguise idea would work.
Entering Daffodil Acres, both Marilynn and Samson gasped. It was horrid. The castle itself was shimmering with evil dark energy, and poisonous plants grew up the outer walls, feeding on it. The castle’s walls were chipped, and the beautiful paint was dripping off, evaporating as it touched the plants.
The castle looked so evil. And it wasn’t the only thing affected by the witches.
The flowers and plants in the garden were all dead. Prince Samson was horrified. His favourite lily, once a lovely shade of red, was now an ugly brown. Strange bugs circled above the garden.
The castle lawns, the walkways, the gates…They were all gone, replaced by rocks, sand, and rusting metal.
The air above the castle was musty, with dark clouds forming above it. That was a typical sign of malevolence. Marilynn shook her head. The place was so beautiful when she last visited.
Prince Samson involuntarily took a step forward. He missed his castle and his kingdom…And he was very angry with the witches for destroying them.
“Halt! Who goes there?” A growling feminine voice shouted. Prince Samson was surprised to see a young witch, who barely stood five feet tall, right in front of him. She was holding a menacing spear.
“Pr…” Prince Samson was about to speak, but Marilynn interrupted him. “We’re just a couple of peasants, ma’am, here to visit Daffodil Acres. We heard of the wonderful things you witches have done with this place, so we wanted to come here to see for ourselves. Isn’t that right…Thomas?”
Prince Samson gave Marilynn an incredulous look, but Marilynn ignored him. She was waiting for the witch’s response. She hoped her lie worked.
The mean look on the witch’s face melted into a smile. “Oh, so you wanted to see? Come with me, then. I will take you on a tour. I’m sure the head witch will not mind. But tell me, what is your name?”
“You may call me…Susanna.” Marilynn pulled that name out from the top of her head.
“Alright then,” The witch said. “I am Fiona, Linda Crosby’s second cousin. Susanna, Thomas…Follow me.”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Top Ten Quotes of 09
Since it's still January, the beginning of the year, I can still babble on and on and on about 2009.
2009 was a good year, filled with many events and happenings. I also heard a lot of good quotes (lol) by some of the people around me and myself.
Top Ten Quotes of Jan-Dec 2009: (not in order)
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
2009 was a good year, filled with many events and happenings. I also heard a lot of good quotes (lol) by some of the people around me and myself.
Top Ten Quotes of Jan-Dec 2009: (not in order)
- "Remember human rights? Well, I have the right to have oxygen!"
- "If you don't like that, then don't talk to me!"
- "Shouldn't you have learned that by now?"
- "What the heaven...!!"
- "Life is between B (birth) and D (death) : C (choices)."
- "If nobody's perfect, then why must we all reach for the petty thing called perfection?"
- "Please, no!! I'll do anything!!"
- "Do I look like I care?"
- "OK, no one's impressed."
- "Oh my atheism..."
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Comic Strip Number 14
Like I sometimes say, "Love is violent." Even the language!
Joy, joy.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Princess and the Pea Chapter 14
I got Chapter 14 done! ^_^
Happy New Year, everyone!
Chapter 14:
“First, we have to go out. Prince Samson, you have your nice cloak, so you don’t have to worry about the weather mistreating us. But still. Flip your cloak inside out so the witches don’t suspect us of anything. Yes, I know it looks horrible that way, Prince Samson, you just stop bickering, for we are supposed to look like peasants to disguise ourselves. Mother and Father, please do the same. I’ll do it too.
“Alright, now let’s smear mud on our faces. Yes, Prince Samson, dirty mud. I am deeply sorry, but we need to do what we need to do. If we look dirty, the witches won’t even want to look at us. See? Even my mother and father the queen and king are doing what I told them to do.
“Now, let me go over the plan again. We go out, and we split up. Mother, you go back to our kingdom and try to wake up all your soldiers. Father, are you in good enough health to face the witches back there? That’s good. Prince Samson and I will go down to Daffodil Acres to see what Helen’s master plan is. We will blow our horn when we are finished our task and we will meet you back here at this location.
“If we have all that knowledge, it will make facing them much easier. But please be careful, all of you, for this operation has its risks. If any one of you gets caught, say nothing to the witches. Do you hear me well? Please say absolutely nothing.
“I hope everyone is ready, for there isn’t much time left.” Marilynn paused to smile at her audience. “Good luck to all.”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Happy New Year, everyone!
Chapter 14:
“First, we have to go out. Prince Samson, you have your nice cloak, so you don’t have to worry about the weather mistreating us. But still. Flip your cloak inside out so the witches don’t suspect us of anything. Yes, I know it looks horrible that way, Prince Samson, you just stop bickering, for we are supposed to look like peasants to disguise ourselves. Mother and Father, please do the same. I’ll do it too.
“Alright, now let’s smear mud on our faces. Yes, Prince Samson, dirty mud. I am deeply sorry, but we need to do what we need to do. If we look dirty, the witches won’t even want to look at us. See? Even my mother and father the queen and king are doing what I told them to do.
“Now, let me go over the plan again. We go out, and we split up. Mother, you go back to our kingdom and try to wake up all your soldiers. Father, are you in good enough health to face the witches back there? That’s good. Prince Samson and I will go down to Daffodil Acres to see what Helen’s master plan is. We will blow our horn when we are finished our task and we will meet you back here at this location.
“If we have all that knowledge, it will make facing them much easier. But please be careful, all of you, for this operation has its risks. If any one of you gets caught, say nothing to the witches. Do you hear me well? Please say absolutely nothing.
“I hope everyone is ready, for there isn’t much time left.” Marilynn paused to smile at her audience. “Good luck to all.”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
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