Sleeping Beauty Page #3

the good fairies carried out|their well-laid plan.

Living like mortals, they had|reared the child as their own...

and called her Briar Rose.

On this, her sixteenth birthday,

the good fairies|had planned a party...

and something extra special|for a surprise.

- Well, now, how about this one?|- This is the one I picked.

Oh, she'll look|beautiful in that.

- Now, I thought a few changes here.|- Uh-huh.

- And don't forget a pretty bow.|- Yes, and raise the shoulder line.

- We'll make it blue.|- Oh, no, dear, pink.

- But...|- Of course, we'll need a few pleats.

Yes, but how are we gonna|get her out of the house?

Oh, I'll think of something.

Well, and what are|you three dears up to?

- Up to?|- Up to?|- Up to?

Uh, uh... Th-Th-The...|Cr... Uh...

Well, we... Uh, we... W-We...

- We want you to pick some berries.|- That's it, berries!

- Berries?|- Lots of berries.

- But l-I picked berries yesterday.|- Oh, w-we need more, dear.

- Lots, lots more.|- Yes!

- Now don't hurry back, dear.|- But don't go too far.

- And don't speak to strangers.|- Goodbye, dear.

- Goodbye!|- Goodbye!|- Goodbye!

- I wonder if she suspects.|- Of course not.

Come on!|Oh, will she be surprised.

A real birthday party.

With a real birthday cake.

Yes, and a dress|a princess can be proud of.

- I'll get the wands.|- Yes, you can, uh... The wands?

- Oh, no!|- No magic!

But the sixteen years|are almost over.

We're taking no chances.

But I've never baked|a fancy cake.

Oh, you won't have to, dear.

I'm going to bake the cake.

- You?|- Oh, she's always wanted to, dear.

- And this is her last chance.|- Well...

I'm going to make it fifteen layers|with pink and blue forget-me-nots.

And I'm making the dress.

But you can't sew,|and she's never cooked.

- Oh-ho-ho, it's simple!|- All you do is follow the book.

Up here, dear.|You can be the dummy.

Well, I still say|we ought to use magic.

"Flour, three cups."

Cups, cups, cups, cups,|cups, cups, cups.

Oh.

One, two, three.

- What's that for?|- Well, it's got to have|a hole in the bottom.

That's for the feet|to go through.

- It's pink.|- Oh, lovely shade, isn't it?

- But I wanted it blue.|- Now, dear,

we decided|pink was her colour.

You decided!

"Two eggs. Fold in gently."

Fold? Uh, oh, well.

I can't breathe!

Let me out of here.

- It looks awful.|- That's because it's on you, dear.

"Now, yeast, one tsp."|"Tsp."?

One teaspoon.

- Oh, one teaspoon, of course!|- Hmm!

Oh, gracious,|how that child has grown.

Oh, it seems only yesterday|we brought her here.

Just a tiny baby.

- Why, Merryweather.|- What ever is the matter, dear?

After today,|she'll be a princess,

and we won't have|any Briar Rose.

- Oh, Flora!|- Now, now, now, now.

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