The monster picked up the bus saving everyone.
After seven years she said, “Hi,” to him.
The prince longed to be a frog again.
He poured it down his gullet, then realized.
The camel plodded, regardless of his rider’s whip.
“I can be mythical. I swear I can!”
“Rumpelstiltskin!” the princess yelled at the confused giant.
He played the flute until the snake danced.
The ants took his home piece by piece.
“My kingdom for a spoon!”
“Here. And thanks!”
The emperor attended the gala in “new clothes.”
He protected her from monsters but not himself.
The trees danced until the hiker came by.
The monster crunched the bones. “Ewww a tendon!”
Werewolf young are most often raised by wolves.
Thus the woman slept in her monster’s arms.
The beauty slept on despite his princely kiss.
The unicorn stabbed the faux-virgin through his heart.
The monster wasn’t cute and cuddly for long.
He joyously returned the sword to the stone.