A Second Cousin Twice Removed Could Mean Trouble!

 Aura listened quietly as  Queen Marlee stood at the window. Aura could see the tears roll down the queen's cheeks as she talked. "Oh, Aura, I so wish you could talk to me. You have been my friend for a long time. You know all of my happiest moments and all of my troubles. Today there is another on the trouble lists. It's Princess Whitlee. She should be the happiest of all the little girls in the land, but she is not. She is sad. She seldom smiles anymore. What shall I do? What can I do to make her a happy little girl again?"

I have wracked my brain trying to figure out what is troubling her. She has toys and beautiful gowns. She has a beautiful bedroom and special food is fixed especially for her. Why oh why is she so sad?"

Aura also knew about the little princess. The young princess had also come to her telling her story to the one friend she knew that would keep her secret. "Oh, these humans. What a lot they are. Well, I guess I had better get a plan in place to get that little girl happy again or I won't have any peace and quiet in my home. As soon as the Queen leaves I will gather my puppies to the classroom and give them a lesson about humans that do not live in castles and do not dress in satin and velvet.

Queen Marlee came and hugged Aura and left a trail of wet tears on her fur. Aura stretched out on her satin cover, turned over and looked at the picture of her and the Queen when she was about the age of the princess. "I have helped you and now it's time to help Princess Whitlee. This shouldn't take long; at least I hope it won't I have some royal puppies to train about Royal Rules and wicked witches.

Watching in the darkness of the forest was the Wicked Witch. She smiled as she watched the Queen walk back to the castle wiping tears from her face. "Hee, hee. My spell has worked! This is the happiest time of the year for me. I overheard some of the forest creatures whisper that I'm too old to make those humans unhappy near Christmas time. I proved them wrong! Hee hee. I'm off to my hovel to celebrate another year of making people sad." She heard her bones creak and groan as she climbed onto her broom to make the long trip. "I need to make myself a potion . That's all I need is a potion to drink for my bones. I'm not old. I'm just now getting to the age of my second cousin twice removed; the Grinch. He's old as dirt and he gets away with spoiling Christmas last I heard anyway. He got himself famous with books and movies. Least I can do is make a princess sad. I might be a mite worried that I made the Queen sad, but all will be well as soon as I get myself out of here."

If you were close by the Enchanted Forest you might have heard a crash and a flurry of dried leaves with chattering of birds and squirrels with some threats of spells upon those that dare laugh at the Witch.