“Can you write an absurd fairy tale?”
“No.” The witch glanced at the little white rabbit asking on the side, dipped in ink.
He said: “In my story, the prince must be with the princess.”
01
The witch is a storyteller.
She has written about the princess rescuing the prince from the dragon, the little mermaid turning into a human, and Sleeping Beauty receiving true love’s kiss.
Her story is sweet, everyone likes to watch.
But in her story, there has never been a witch.
“Can you write about witches?”
“Cannot, the witch is a bad person.” She grabbed a cookie from the plate next to her, taking a bite, “Bad people need to learn to fend for themselves.”
The little white rabbit looked at her helplessly and had to pick up the “Broccoli Girl” that she had just written and started reading it.
In addition to writing stories, the witch’s main profession is black magic.
Of course, she also likes baking cookies, she just doesn’t want others to know.
Every time she sees someone eating the cookies she baked or reading the stories she wrote, she feels especially happy.
But she never said, instead she pushed all the blame onto the little white rabbit, and always complained that it was baked too dry.
The little white rabbit was originally very unwilling, but when he thought of having cookies to eat, he gave up explaining.
Who would force a rabbit to bake cookies? It wants to.
02
The story of the witch is written very well and gradually spread to a neighboring country far away.
The young king of the neighboring country was furious to find that his ministers were all reading stories during the court session. He confiscated all the storybooks from the ministers.
He wants to hide and watch by himself.
But he also doesn’t want others to know that he is reading stories.
The king reads stories very quickly. Gradually, he found that there were not enough stories to read.
He who wants to urge the writer to quickly pick up the pen, but does not know who to turn to.
He wants to issue a decree to find people who write stories, but is worried that this will expose him, so he found a bounty hunter.
If you cannot find someone to write stories within half a month, I will prohibit the nationwide cultivation of peanuts.
The bounty hunter is very distressed because he loves to eat coriander the most.
Every morning, he has to drink peanut milk.
But half a month passed, and he still hadn’t found the person to write the story, so he decided to move to another country.
Anyway, here is peanuts, he thought.
The witch has also been very upset recently – she caught a cold.
After catching a cold, my sense of taste deteriorated, and I didn’t want to infect others, so I couldn’t make cookies. Without being able to make cookies, I couldn’t write a story.
The little white rabbit was anxious on the side, so I could only make her a few cups of hot cocoa.
“Who told you to kick the blanket while sleeping at night?” it said.
“It said, ‘Who told you to kick the blanket while sleeping at night?'”
“It’s too hot.” The witch took a sip of hot cocoa.
“Who told you to cover such a thick blanket in the middle of summer.”
“Who told you to cover yourself with such a thick blanket in the middle of summer.”
“It’s too cold.”
03
The mushrooms in the forest are looking for the witch.
She hasn’t written a story for too long, and the mushrooms can’t wait.
“Why can’t you mix the medicine yourself to cure a cold?” asked the Mushroom Elder.
“Oh, I see.” The witch scratched her head.
The witch prepared the potion, cured the cold, made cookies, and started writing a story.
At the same time, the impatient king found the fairy.
“Can you help me find the person who writes stories?”
He spoke to the fairy in a much gentler tone than to the bounty hunter, because he couldn’t threaten the fairy: fairies don’t eat anything, they only drink dew.
The fairy originally did not want to agree, but her character did not allow it, so she had to agree to the king’s request.
After studying the storybook for three days and three nights, she found a cookie crumb on the page.
“I got it,” she said to the king.
When the witch opened the door and saw the king, she stood there staring for a good two hours.
Because he is handsome.
Of course, the king also knew this, so he didn’t mind and just stood there waiting for her to finish looking.
But because he stood in the wind for a long time, he caught a cold.
The witch felt very guilty for causing the king to catch a cold due to her daydreaming, so she sent the little white rabbit to make him a hot cocoa.
“Why don’t you make it yourself?”
“Because I don’t know how,” the witch replied confidently.
After getting the promise from the witch to make cookies, it willingly went to boil hot water.
Even because it wanted to eat more cookies, the hot cocoa rushed out so much that the king drank until his stomach was full.
The king was drinking hot cocoa, eating cookies, sitting at the table covered with a lace tablecloth by the witch, and tapping on the empty plates, saying, “Update quickly.”
04
The witch is very annoyed recently because a king has moved into her house.
The ministers of neighboring countries are also very aggrieved, they have to travel a long distance every day to report their work.
Their horses are not happy either, they have all slimmed down recently and don’t look pretty at all.
Only the king is very satisfied, he has hot cocoa and cookies, and he can hear sweet stories every day.
Because the king read too many stories, he issued many strange decrees.
For example, in order to give each newlywed couple a strawberry-flavored donut, paint the kingdom’s walls in rainbow colors, and plant roses of various colors along the walls.
So, the whole kingdom was abuzz with rumors: the king had fallen in love.
Of course, as the distance was too far, the witch did not know this news.
She is still busy worrying.
The king is too handsome that she spends too much time staring at him every day, often forgetting to take out the cookies from the oven.
Burnt cookies cannot be eaten, they can only be buried in the empty space of the garden.
Over time, a tree grows in the empty space, and the tree is full of burnt cookies.
The little white rabbit is busy every day picking off burnt cookies and burying them in the garden.
Before long, the garden was filled with trees covered in burnt cookies.
The witch’s house is no longer inhabitable.
The cookie tree grew too lush, coupled with the recent abundant rain, before long, it completely covered the house.
But the witch likes to sunbathe and toast bread with the sun.
“Then come with me,” the king said, “In my kingdom, there is plenty of sunshine, we can also bake cookies, and there is no coriander.”
The witch is happy because she hates coriander, and this way she can see the king every day.
05
“But in my story, only the princess is with the prince.”
Facing the king’s mount, the witch hesitated.
“I am the king, not the prince.”
“But you used to be a prince,” the witch said again.
“Do princes all ride white horses, am I riding a white horse?”
The witch looked at the giraffe in front of her and shook her head.
And so, the king rode a giraffe and brought the witch back to his kingdom.
The ministers were all very puzzled as to why the king, who did not like to read stories, had chosen to marry a witch who could write stories.
But the king ordered them not to think about this issue.
As for himself, he still spends time every day reading stories, eating cookies, and waiting for the witch to visit him.
Sometimes the witch is too lazy to move, so she asks him to come to her.
The bounty hunter lived in a distant forest. Here, he planted peanuts in front and back of his house, drank a glass of milk every morning, and was extremely happy.
And the fairy is still wondering why she agreed to help the king find someone to write stories.
“Can you write a ridiculous fairy tale?”
“Can’t.” The witch wearing a small crown hummed softly, “What’s wrong with the witch and the king living happily together?”
The End
