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Witch's Dessert House

Time: 2015-08-23 Source: Original Edit: Without you Read: Times

A long time ago, a witch lived on a hill near the village. The witch's residence is a small house composed of desserts. The eaves are milk biscuits, the walls are chocolate cakes, the doors are thick wafers, and the windows are roots of chocolate bars. The witch who likes desserts is very happy every day. She is very happy Go down to the mountain and only like to see the town below the mountain occasionally through the window of the chocolate bar. Witches don't like people in town for no reason, they just don't like them.

The witch's room is always full of clear and gentle light, and often smells of various desserts. When she is bored, she will summon the elves to play extremely joyous music. Even so, the Witch occasionally looks out of the window unconsciously to see the lights below the mountain different from here.

The witch's house is not accessible to everyone. The witch is not hospitable. There is a small strawberry jam outside the house made of dessert. Strawberry jam is a bright orange-red, translucent jam flows quietly, blocking the way to the witch's house like magma.

One day, a proud prince came here. The prince rode a white horse, bypassed the traps laid by the hunters at the foot of the mountain, and cut off the thorns on the mountain road with a sharp sword. He walked endlessly for two days and finally came to the witch's dessert house. A lava-like river was blocking the prince's way. The water was translucent, shimmering in the sun, and white sugar flowers were blooming on the river. The prince has heard that this is the river of strawberry jam. He leaned over, stretched out his index finger and touched it with a little water. He licked it and it was really sweet. The prince can swim, but he can't swim the jam. Besides, his clothes will be stained if he swims past it. How disgusted to see the witch like that?

Just as the prince hesitated, there was a sudden cry of help in the forest behind him. The kind prince lifted his sword and walked alertly into the woods.

It turned out that an elf was tangled in the feet of the vine, and the prince gently waved his sword to cut off the vine. "Thank you, Your Royal Highness Prince. In return, I will tell you how to cross the river." The elf pointed to the forest next to him. "You cut down the sugarcane there, squeeze the juice from the sugarcane and put it in The sun basks in the sun for one day, and in the evening, when the juice slowly solidifies, you can use the sugar to make the body and paddle of the boat that crosses the river. "" Thank you, cute little elf. " After thanking him, he cut down the sugarcane in the way it said and put it in the sun. When the sugarcane juice turned into sugar in the evening, the prince made most of the cane sugar into a small boat and made the remaining oars.

The boat made of sugar is pure white, and like the sugar flowers blooming on the strawberry jam river, they are all beautiful white as if they can emit light. The prince took a sugar-made boat and sailed across the shore.

"Why are you here?" The Witch asked the prince with her head resting across the chocolate window bar. "Beautiful witch, are you the most beautiful person I have ever met, would you marry me?" The prince jumped off the white sugar boat and ran to the witch's window in three steps. "There are many more beautiful people at the foot of the mountain than I am," said the Witch disdainfully. "But I fell in love with you at first sight. My princess must be you. How can I prove my true heart?" The prince said excitedly. The witch thought for a moment and asked the prince: "What color do you like the most?" The prince liked cyan, so he honestly answered: "Beautiful witch, I like cyan like the sky." "Then you are not my friend, attract us The color of the soul is different. Only people who like the color of the sunset can come in here, and I don't want to talk to people who like other colors. "The witch said, closing the translucent window made of rock sugar, and then closing the window with 蒟 蒻Made of curtains.

The prince was shut out of the window. There was a cheerful sound of elves playing in the room, and there was a warm light shining through the curtains.

A gurgling sound came from behind the prince. He looked back. It turned out that the sugar had been dissolved in strawberry jam, the bottom of the boat was dissolved, and the boat sank. "How do you go back?" The prince ran to the river in frustration. Take a closer look, the sugar flowers on the strawberry jam river surface also melted together, but other flowers soon bloomed on the river surface, gradually condensing from a small piece into a large piece, and then slowly spread out to form flowers and leaves. shape. Strangely, the flower from the orange-red river was not stained with any color, but it was pure white.

It has been useless to be here all the time. The prince walked into the woods, hoping to find some sugarcane trees here, so that he could go back in the original way. The prince walked for a long time, and the woods became denser and denser. Gradually, even the moonlight was out of sight. The prince found an open space to rest and decided to wait until tomorrow morning.

The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight hit the prince's face, he opened his eyes. The prince was surrounded by white human bones. "Ah-" He cried out uncontrollably, not expecting that he would sleep all night in a place like this grave. "Her Royal Highness Prince, are you okay?" The elf rescued by the prince appeared before him yesterday. "Here is ..." The prince had not recovered from shock. "These are the bones of people who used to pass the strawberry jam river but couldn't go back, because there is no sugarcane tree here, and the cold-blooded witch never saves people." "So what should I do? Father, mother And the subjects of the whole country are waiting for me to return. "The Prince asked anxiously. "You saved me, I'll help you to intercede like a witch, only she can get out of here." The elf said flying to the witch's dessert house, and the prince had no choice but to follow the elf.

When he saw the strawberry jam river again, the prince asked the elf: "Why do white flowers bloom in the river?" "Because the strawberry jam river can only dissolve a certain degree of sugar, those flowers were used to cross the river with a sugar boat. The sugar left by the people inside, the sugar nowhere to go turned into flowers blooming on the river. "The elf explained.

They walked to the witch's hut, and the elf shouted in front of the heavy wafer door: "The witch who is intellectual and beautiful, please open the door." After a while, the gate made of wafers opened a mouth. The witch walked out of her dessert house and said to the elf, "I know he saved you. If you want me to send him back, jump into the river of strawberry jam, where you drown will become a delicious pudding, As long as the prince takes the pudding you turned into me, I will send him back. "" The wise witch, I can't sacrifice my friends like this, I would rather die here if there was only this way. "The prince rejected the witch, but he Not willing to die like this, then said: "I can give you two boxes full of jewellery, those things are worth half the kingdom's money!" "I don't need those." The witch said disdainfully, she thought Gold and silver jewellery can be changed by magic, and it is an unheard of fine product in front of this immature prince.

The prince fell desperately to the ground. The witch suddenly had a mischievous idea. She asked the prince, "What are you going to do?" "Marry a wife, have a son, and be a good king." The prince looked up as if he saw hope. "But letting you go back like this is not fair to those who died here before." The bad-minded witch thought about it and asked, "If you give you 10 years, what would you do?" "Marry Wife, have children, be a good king. "The prince hesitated and repeated the boring answer just now. "If you give you 1 year, what would you do?" "Marry a wife, have children, and honor your father and mother." "If you only give you 1 day, what would you do?" "... Say goodbye to father and mother. "

The prince looked at the witch helplessly like a prisoner waiting for his sentence. The witch looked down at the prince, taking a close look at his gradually distorted expression. "That ..." The witch deliberately prolonged her voice and said with a happy smile: "Just give you a month and I will send you back. After a month, your heart will stop beating." Although the prince was sad, Thanks to the witch, "Thank you, good witch."

The witch gave the prince wings made of wheat flour, which are a pair of huge wings. She told the prince: "These wings are only enough to fly from the cliff here to the river at the foot of the mountain. If the course deviates slightly in the middle, it will fall. If you die on a cliff, there may be birds on the way who want to pinch your wings, but they ca n’t touch these wings, so do n’t worry. ”The prince thanked the witch and said goodbye to the elf, and jumped on the wings Down the cliff.

When the prince went up the mountain, he walked for two days and two nights, and even if it was a cliff, it would take a while to fall. After a while, really, as the witch said, flocks of birds gathered around the prince, surrounding his wings made of wheat flour. The prince concentrated on not letting his body deviate from the straight track, but the more the birds gathered, the more densely they blocked his sight. The prince did not know if he had shifted, and after falling a distance, he felt that the wings on both sides began to turn into powder from the tip of the wings. The wheat flour that was scattered afterwards was scrambled by the birds to eat everything, and because of this, the prince saw the road ahead again.

The prince's wings completely turned into powder as he was about to reach the ground, and he unfortunately fell to the river. Fortunately, the fall was not high enough to cause death, and the prince just sprained his feet slightly. A beautiful girl happened to come to the river to do the laundry. She found the prince and bandaged the abrasions on his feet. They immediately fell in love.

The prince married the girl and took her back to his kingdom. The king and queen were very happy to see the prince and held a grand reception party for him and his wife. At this time, the prince's life was only the last 3 weeks. The prince listened to his teacher more seriously than usual. His swordsman teacher was an adventurer in the past. He heard the teacher talk about things around the world. Many of them were wonderful stories he had never heard of before. The prince takes things more seriously than ever before. He wants to venture around the world. He wants to be a good king. He wants to accompany his father, queen mother, and his new wife. However, the prince had no time.

In a blink of an eye, there are only two weeks left. What time is enough for this? The prince thought that if there were ten years, he could be a good king; if there was one year, he could write his chance into a book; If one day, he can say goodbye to those around him; but what should he do for the remaining ten or more days? The prince is impatient every day.

The witch drank savory chocolate while admiring the prince's actions in a crystal ball. Witches no longer look out of the window recently, because the people in the crystal ball are much more interesting than there.

On the fourth penultimate day, the prince feared the arrival of the last day; on the third penultimate day, the prince looked forward to the arrival of the last day; on the second penultimate day, the prince feared the arrival of the last day. The prince was getting more and more irritable, and everyone around him gradually turned away from him. On the last day, the prince locked himself in the room and said to the air, "Have you been watching? My heart will stop beating, cruel witch, you won." "Yes, you lost. "The witch used a spoon made of toast to scoop a spoonful of bright red strawberry jam into her mouth. The sweet taste melted in her mouth and evoked the witch's smile.

The witch's dessert room was still bright and gentle. The elves played cheerfully. The cruel witch delightfully admired the prince's eyes closed, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

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