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Queen of the White Trunks

There once was a young and beautiful queen living as a widow in a huge castle. The queen had no children or a husband. She lived with her servants. Now, the queen did not believe in the "All work, no play" rule for the servants, so she let them roam freely as long as they did their jobs. The queen's closest family was her garden of White Trunk Trees behind the castle. She watered and cared for these beautiful plants. She talked and laughed to them. They were her family. The queen made everyone believe she wasn't lonely, but she was.

One day, after all of the servants left, she went down to the chambers of the castle.

"Oh, how much I long for someone to talk to, and be my family," the queen whined.

She scanned the long bookshelf for a book to read, and spotted one. It was a spell book, and being a queen and not a witch, the queen was unsure. She flipped through it until she reached a spell to turn objects alive. It was a potion, so she gathered the needed supplies.

She poured liquids and solids into the cauldron until gas came out. The potion was ready. She gathered 20 small cups, each one for a tree, and poured potion in each one. Once she had finally brought everything outside, she poured a cup of potion on each tree trunk.

"FEE FI FO FUM, WE'RE HERE TO SERVE THE QUEEN," they all said together.

"I don't want you to serve me. I want you to talk to me," the queen said gently.

"We are here to serve the queen. You are the queen, your highness," One tree said.

The queen read the potion title again.

"OH NO! Make Objects Alive- Servants!" The queen yelled.

"What is your command?"

"Rest until tomorrow. I will figure it out."

All of the trees closed their eyes and fell asleep. The queen retreated back inside to do the same.

That night, the queen had a dream. She was standing on top of a cliff, looking over a whole army of trees. She had fire in her eyes, and the trees looked terrified.

"YOU WILL SERVE MY EVERY COMMAND!" the queen yelled.

"YES, YOUR HIGHNESS!"

The trees brought people up to the queen.

"So, Mary McMorm. You stole leaves from the trees?" the queen glared.

"No! They fell into my hands! I couldn't have stopped it!" Mary M. cried.

"HA! LIES! To the dungeons!"

The queen woke up the next morning, not sure what she felt. Power. That was it.

She went outside and decided to try being ruler.

"Trees! Come!"

Day after day, the queen became more bossy. Then, her dream had come true. It was exactly like it. People were terrified. The queen did whatever she wanted.

One day, when she woke up, there was a riot outside the castle.

There were people everywhere, holding torches. She screamed as they set the trunk of each tree on fire.

"NO!" she yelled as she ran outside.

The people didn't care. They had had enough. They picked up the queen, tied her up, and threw her onto the trunks of the burning trees. The queen melted, like a witch, and she was then after called: "Witch of the Brown Trunks".