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Chapter 1/5: Flora, Fauna and Merryweather plan a party

Narrator:

And so for sixteen long years the whereabouts of the princess remained a mystery, while deep in the forest, in a woodcutter's cottage, 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.

Narrator:

On this her sixteenth birthday the good fairies had planned a party and something extra special for her surprise.

Merryweather:

How about this one?

Flora:

This is the one I picked.

Fauna:

Oh she'll look beautiful in it.

Flora:

Now I thought a few changes here ...

Merryweather:

Aha

Fauna:

Don't forget a pretty bow ...

Flora:

And there's the shoulder line.

Merryweather:

We'll make it blue.

Flora:

Oh no, dear, pink.

Merryweather:

But ...

Flora:

Of course, we'll need a few pleats

Fauna:

Yes, but how are we going to get her out of the house?

Flora:

Oh, I'll think of something.

Briar Rose:

Well, and what are you three dears up to?

Merryweather:

Up to?

Fauna:

Up to?

Flora:

Up to?

Flora:

eh, eh, eh, we, we, well, we, we ...

Merryweather:

Want you to pick some berries.

Flora:

That's it, berries!

Briar Rose:

Berries?

Fauna:

Lots of berries.

Briar Rose:

But I picked berries yesterday.

Flora:

Oh, we need more, dear.

Fauna:

Lots, lots more.

Flora:

Yes!

Flora:

Now don't hurry back, dear.

Merryweather:

And don't go to far.

Flora:

And don't speak to strangers.

Fauna:

Goodbye, dear!

Merryweather:

Goodbye!

Flora:

Goodbye!

Briar Rose:

Goodbye!

Merryweather:

I wonder if she suspects.

Flora:

Of course not, come on. Will she be surprised!

Merryweather:

A real birthday party.

Fauna:

With a real birthday cake.

Flora:

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

Merryweather:

I'll get the wands.

Flora:

Yes, you ... the wands?

Fauna:

Oh no.

Flora:

No magic!

Merryweather:

But the sixteen years are almost over.

Flora:

We're taking no chances.

Merryweather:

But, I never baked a fancy cake.

Flora:

Oh, you won't have to, dear.

Fauna:

I'm going to bake the cake.

Merryweather:

You?

Flora:

She's always wanted to, dear, and this is her last chance.

Merryweather:

Well, ...

Fauna:

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

Flora:

And i'm making the dress.

Merryweather:

But you can't sow, and she's never cooked!

Flora:

Oh, it's simple.

Fauna:

All you do is follow the book.

Flora:

Up here dear, you can be the dummy.

Merryweather:

Well, I still say we ought to use magic.

Fauna:

[reads from the book] Flour, three cups. [searching] Cups, cups, cups, cups, cups ... [finds three cups of different sizes and uses them to pour flour into the bowl] One, two, three.

Merryweather:

What's that for?

Flora:

Well, it's got to have a hole in the bottom.

Fauna:

That's for the feet to go through.

Merryweather:

It's pink!

Flora:

Oh, lovely shade, isn't it.

Merryweather:

But I wanted it blue.

Flora:

Now, dear, we decided pink was her color.

Merryweather:

You decided!

Fauna:

[still reads from the book] Two eggs, fold in gently Fold? Oh well.

Merryweather:

I can't breathe!

Merryweather:

It looks awful.

Flora:

That's because it's on you, dear.

Fauna:

[at her cake] Now yeast, one tsp. tsp?

Merryweather:

One teaspoon!

Fauna:

One teaspoon, of course.

Flora:

Oh gracious how the child has grown.

Merryweather:

Oh, it seems only yesterday we brought her here.

Fauna:

Just a tiny baby.

Flora:

Why Merryweather!

Fauna:

Whatever's the matter, dear?

Merryweather:

After the day she'll be a princess, and we won't have any Briar Rose.

Fauna:

Oh Flora!

Flora:

We all knew this day had to come.

Fauna:

But why did it have to come so soon?

Flora:

After all, we've had her for sixteen years.

Merryweather:

Sixteen wonderful years.

Flora:

Good gracious, We're acting like a lot of ninnies! Come on, she'll be back before we get started.

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